No one believed Walter and that was what killed them.
Even his son Jacob was a stubborn man who refused to share his constant fear of the world ending.
They would all regret it.
That’s what he thought, building an underground bunker under his cozy hut in the middle of the forest. He stuffed it with canned food and protein bars knowing that when the day would come they would all thank Walter and ask for the help.
Oh how they would regret…
Walter looked into the bathroom mirror. The cold running water cooled down his burning face and rapid thoughts from all the hard work he’s done. He was 62 and it took him almost seven years to finish the bunker he was really proud about. He definitely knew that the day he was dreaded about the most would come. It was this sinking feeling in his gut causing him to wake up in cold sweat every night. He knew that their local government was too shady about the closed part of the city and nuclear power plant. Something was going on. Something bad.
Jacob called him that morning to know if he was alright.
He was. Except something buzzing inside his head causing him to have almost no sleep last night. His senses, almost like dogs’, were going crazy, making him thrilled and nervous about everything that happened around him. Walter could jump up when the phone rang or the mailman came with his morning paper. He would go downstairs to the bunker to calm himself by looking at the walls that could protect them, to the warm light giving this area slight comfort.
He was going to be just fine.
Jacob called him that day to say that Walter needed to stay inside.
But he already knew after all these noises and explosions what was going to happen.
He locked himself in the bunker. He started to pray. He could see himself living here for a very long time. He could see himself surviving.
Too bad no one listened to him when there was time.
Walter sat on the floor and closed his eyes.
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