Jeremy sits down on the couch, grabs the remote and turns on the TV. He flips through his recorded shows and clicks on Doomsday Preppers. It’s his favorite show. He’s gotten a lot of great ideas for his bunker from this show. He had just begun to start the third episode when his phone rings.
Jeremy ignores it. He hates having his show interrupted. So he lets it go to voice mail, when it starts to ring again.
What the hell- I’m not answering it, he thinks.
On the 3rd call he finally looks, and it’s his girlfriend, Sarah, who never calls him while she is at work.
'What’s up, babe,' he answers.
'You need to call Adam- he's been trying to call you.'
'Why?' Jeremy asks.
'I don’t know all the details- Adam was pretty hysterical when he called me. All I know is that he's coming to get me and we're coming over,' Sarah replies.
Must be serious, Jeremy thinks. ‘Um OK, I’ll call him and find out. Be safe, baby, I love you.’
'I love you, too,' Sarah replies. Jeremy hangs up the phone and calls Adam.
'What the fuck is going on, man?'
'You were fucking right, dude- shit's going down. All those times we'd made fun of you and that damn bunker, and now we're actually going to use it,' Adam exclaims.
'What the hell are you talking about, Adam?' Jeremy asks, and switches to regular TV to see if he can find anything. 'I'm watching TV right now and I’m not seeing anything, Adam.'
'And you won’t! I'm not supposed to know, I was just in the right place at the right time. I was walking past two generals who were talking, and I heard them say that North Korea and Russia have both launched nuclear missiles at us,' Adam replies. Adam is in the army reserves and is a mechanic on a base.
'No way, you're messing with me, Adam. Really funny- get the crazy bunker guy all worked up.'
'Jeremy, I’m dead serious. I’m driving to pick up Sarah right now. Get your ass in the bunker and wait for us. Don’t let anyone in there either. I remember the secret knock so you'll know that it's us.'
'OK dude- you got it. You two be safe, damn it. You two are really my only friends,' Jeremy replies.
He then runs to put on some clothes and grab some supplies from the house, before running to the bunker. He gets in, shuts the door and locks it. He then sits and waits for his best friend and girlfriend to get there.
Hours have gone by and they still have not showed up. He can’t help but think the worst. He tries to get his mind off of them by taking inventory of all of his food and water. It worked, and he gets lost in the work. He decides that he has enough food and water for a year for all three of them. Right before he’s about to finish, he hears a banging on the door and runs over.
'Who is it?' he yells.
'It’s Adam and Sarah. But don’t open the door. The radiation has spread- it's already here!'
'What- no way! I’m going to let you in!' Jeremy yells.
'No!!' They both say. 'You'll let in all the radiation and we all would die. We're going to go back to my military base and see if they can help. We'll come back and get you whenever it’s safe. We love you, Jeremy.'
Jeremy falls to the floor crying. ‘I love you guys, too.’
Silence.
Months go by, and the pain of losing his friends begin to pass. He keeps himself busy by reading and watching movies. He can’t help but wonder what’s happening on the outside. He occasionally walks to the door and puts his ear to it, but hears nothing.
Two years have gone by and the loneliness is starting to set in pretty hard. He wants to go out but is too scared. He just sits there, thinking about his friends and wondering.
It’s about three years and his supplies are running low. He has about a week’s worth of food and water left if he rations it. Jeremy had stocked up on food and stored what couldn’t fit in his bunker, in his basement. He had a special room built that was dug into the wall with a door looked like a shelf full of junk.
He had enough food for him and his friends. But since his friends had never made it, he ended up having enough food for 3 lonely years. Just thinking of his friends makes him sad. He decided that it’s about time for him to go out of his protected bunker. Jeremy puts on his bio-hazard suit and puts the mask on. He grabs his AR 15 and pulls the slide to put a bullet in the chamber. He clicks the safety off, takes a deep breath in and exhales.
He turns the wheel and slowly opens the door. He peeks out and the outside looks clear. He swings the door open, and the sun beats down on his face, blinding him for a minute.
Oh how he has missed the sun. He wishes that he could have spent more time outside before all this had happened. He stands there and soaks up the sunlight. He looks around and nothing has changed. He had expected the grass and trees to be dead, but looked just like it did three years ago.
OK, Jeremy thinks, let’s get this done. I don’t know what can be out here- maybe I could be attacked by zombies. Jeremy laughs out loud at the thought of that.
He makes his way across the yard and slowly opens the back door to his house. He raises his AR to his shoulder and checks the rooms on the bottom floor. When it’s all clear, he heads to the basement and clicks his flash light on before shining it at the door. He walks over, puts the combination in and the door clicks open. All of his supplies were still there, untouched. He starts to fill his bags up and takes the first load to his bunker. He heads back in a few more times, and finally has the last bag loaded.
Jeremy heads back upstairs and is about to leave when he passes a picture of his friend, Adam. He grabs it off the wall and throws it into his bag. He then decides to go into the living room to get a picture of Sarah. He finds one and stares at it until a tear runs down his cheek. He loved them both so much.
He turns around and starts to head for the door when he hears a noise upstairs. He stops to listen and hears something again. He puts the picture in his bag and sets the bag by the door. He makes his way upstairs very quietly as he doesn’t know what it could be. He doesn’t want to scare it away, in case it’s a person. Hopefully they would have some news on what’s going on. Or if it’s a bad person, he doesn’t want them to have the upperhand and shoot him as he opens the door. Or, it could be an animal and if it doesn’t look sick from radiation, it would be nice to have fresh meat.
He gets to the top of the stairs and reaches the spare bedroom. He turns the knob and slowly opens the door. He raises his rifle and steps in, before swinging to the left, then right.
Nothing. He steps out of the room and walks to the bathroom. He looks in, and it’s empty.
He makes it to his room and hears something move. He turns the door handle and opens the door. He scans the room and sees something that looks kinda big under the blankets.
Sweat is pouring off Jeremy’s forehead as he reaches down and grabs a handful of blankets, before quickly pulling them off.
And he sees it.
Jeremy stumbles back until he hits the wall.
Adam and Sarah both sit up in the bed. Jeremy takes his gas mask off and stutters, ‘What? How?’
Adam looks at him, ‘Fuck, we figured that you would have killed yourself in that bunker by now.’
'What’s going on?' Jeremy yells. 'Have I been in that fucking bunker for the past three years for nothing?'
Adam starts to talk, ‘We had to figure a way of getting you out of our lives. We were tired of defending your sorry ass. People are always making fun of us for having the crazy-doom’s-day friend and it was embarrassing. Me and Sarah only had each other and we grew closer and fell in love. So, we came up with this end of the world thing so we could get you out of the picture. And what perfect way to do so, than your damn bunker. We figured you would have killed yourself by now.’
Jeremy pushes his body off the wall, raises his AR, and puts a bullet into Adam’s head.
Sarah screams, ‘Please, Jeremy, no! I wanted to come and tell you but Adam wouldn’t let me. Please believe me.’
Jeremy lowers the gun and walks over to Sarah. He bends over and gives her a kiss.
'Oh, thank you, Jeremy. We can start over. We can hide his body and be together.'
Jeremy turns around, walks over, picks up his gas mask, turns around and looks at Sarah. He raises his AR and puts a bullet in Sarah’s head.
'I really wish my friend and girlfriend had survived the attack,' he says. He puts his gas mask back on, walks downstairs, grabs his bag of supplies and walks outside. He stops and looks up at the sun.
I hope that within the next three years it’ll be safe to live out here again, he thinks. He walks back into the bunker before shutting and locking the door.
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