[ WP ] Two years into the apocalypse a group stumbles upon Fort Knox . In the chaos it was abandoned , locked . They are determined to open it and see what 's inside .

Greg walked the highway from Louisville. Greg had n't stopped walking for two years. The war started like any other, two small nations had a border conflict, he could n't even remember their names. Maybe one had a B in it, or was it an F? It did n't matter now, all that mattered was that one had nuclear capabilities, and they used them. 
 
 After that, the world was one giant ball of radiation. The United Nations had tried to calm the world down, but nations allied to the unfortunate nation to suffer nuclear assault quickly responded with their own arsenals. Within three months, radiation had spread all over Europe, nations that were angry with the result of other nation's folly decided that if they should go down, nobody would be left to watch. It was Russia first. 
 
 They were followed by China, then England, then India and Pakistan. Iran did n't want to miss its chance and soon Israel was obliterated. Six months later ISIS had achieved nuclear capabilities after they capitalized on the weakness and instability of the region. America was attacked. The world population dropped dramatically, disease and famine spread across every continent. Sea levels rose, countries disintegrated, and communications fell out. 
 
 Now Greg, with his small group of five, being himself, his brother John, girlfriend Stacy, best friend Allen, and his brother's wife Sara, wandered what remained of America looking for food and shelter. Only a very few times did they run across anybody, those encounters always resulted in death. 
 
 While they walked, they passed broken down cars, destroyed homes, and road systems around towns that no longer stood. The nearest weapon discharge was in Indianapolis, but the devastation spread far. A bronze colored plaque stood about a hundred feet away, Greg moved faster, hoping to find something worthwhile, however low the possibility. 
 
 When they reached the sign it was nearly illegible. After some time, John finally finished deciphering it ( it had been awhile since anyone had to read, and John remembered it best ). 
 
 John approached the group, they were assembled around a small fire, cooking a can of beans, enough for the whole day. `` It says something about a fort'' said John. `` I think it's Fort Knox, but i am pretty sure that's in Nevada.'' 
 
 `` No John, it's in Kentucky'' retorted Allen, upset with the stupidity John always displayed. 
 
 `` Fort Knox? That's the place made of gold right?'' Asked Stacy, a smirk on her face, she pushed Allen's buttons often. 
 
 `` Where is it?'' inquired Greg, ecstatic at the mention of gold. Greg was a businessman, obsessed with money and profits. 
 
 `` Not far, 5 miles it says'' John replied. 
 
 `` Let's go then!'' Exclaimed Greg, `` That place probably has some cool government stuff.'' 
 
 Now the five walked down the road, passing the can of beans along to each other, eating just one spoonful at a time. After two hours they reached the place the plaque spoke about. A large complex with multiple fences, and nobody in sight. 
 
 `` There's nothing for us there Greg, lets just keep going'' said John. 
 
 `` No, we're going in''. Greg moved for the small car gate in front of the guard booth. When he reached it Greg could hear a whirring noise, he could n't quite place it. He looked into the booth and there it was, a small fan, spinning. This place had electricity. This could be a place they could live, but Greg did n't care about that, he wanted the gold, he imagined huge vaults full of gold. 
 
 The group reluctantly followed Greg over the barricades, and approached the door, which seemed to be made of solid gold. They tried the door. 
 
 `` Locked'' said Greg. 
 
 `` No way we're getting in, better just leave.'' It was obvious Sara did n't want to be here. 
 
 `` Nah'' said Greg `` There's a way in, we just have to get creative. `` Greg walked down the steps and started across the lawn. It was at that point that a loud alarm was sounded. A gun sprouted from the ground, and concrete slid away from the corners of the building to reveal more of the weapons. Sara, who had been standing on the path, began to run towards the entrance to the complex, Greg hit the ground and covered his head. John, Allen, and Stacy hid in the alcove in front of the door. 
 
 The guns began to fire, Greg's ears rang loudly, but soon the fire died down. Greg was not hurt, he was very surprised. He stood and started back towards the walkway. 
 
 `` I'm fine, it's ok, it did n't hit me!'' John stood, relieved he was n't dead, but then his eyes fell on the pathway to the entrance, where Sara laid, riddled with bullets. 
 
 `` Sara!'' John ran to her lifeless body. It did n't move, she said nothing, she was gone. 
 
 Without saying a word, John drew a pistol from his bag and shot himself right there. The three were mortified, Allen stood with a look of shock on his face, Stacy began sobbing uncontrollably. Greg felt nothing, he never like John, and he thought Sara was a bitch. 
 
 Greg began towards the booth, stepping carelessly over the bodies of John and Sara. when he reached the booth there was a control panel. He had to bust the thing open, but there was a lock control. He opened the front door, and entered the building and explored what he could reach. The locked doors appeared quickly, and his exploration was stemmed for the time being. 
 
 For three days Greg explored the building, Stacy and Allen refused to speak to him, they blamed him for Sara's death. When he found another security room he did n't tell Allen or Stacy, he just began toying with the controls. He found a key, and a keyhole on the control board. 
 
 When he tested the key, an alarm began blaring. The key worked though, and he heard a voice over the intercom, robotic, it said `` Vault Open, Enter Now''. 
 
 Greg was thrilled, the alarm still blaring, he entered the hallway, the door at the end was now open. He entered and began walking down a long hallway with multiple doors, but all of them were open. The doors were mad of a thick, bright metal. He inspected each room, marked with a different number, 1-25. No room held any gold save for room 25, a single gold bar lay on the ground in the middle of the room, a note on top. It read `` Enjoy!'' 
 
 At this time Greg heard gunfire. He ran to the vault door and peaked around the corner, Stacy was running down the hall with Allen close behind. 
 
 `` Greg!!! Help, people are here, they are shooting at us!'' Allen had a Rifle in his hands, Stacy had a small pistol. Without waiting for much time, Greg closed the door to the vault hall. He walked quietly down the hall to vault 25, he retrieved the single gold bar from the floor. 
 
 Greg walked to the security room at the end of the hall and entered. He turned on the small monitor that viewed the hall outside the Vault hall door. He could see Stacy pounding on the door, Allen at the other end of the hall firing a gun, he turned the speaker up. 
 
 Stacy was yelling for him to let them in, Allen was firing rounds in quick succession. Then Allen fell over, blood poured from his limp body. Stacy was screaming louder now. Three men in black suits and gas masks turned the corner and moved quickly towards Stacy. She turned and pulled the small pistol from her belt. She fired 5 rounds before the men reacted. She hit all three. One was shot in the throat, another took two shots to the leg, the third was hit twice in the chest. 
 
 The man with bullets in his leg pulled his own weapon and shot Stacy once in her hip, she fell hard to the ground and her gun slid away. The man approached her, put his gun to her head, and pulled the trigger. He stood for a few moments, looking at the dead girl on the floor, then he turned to the camera and uttered a single word. `` Enjoy!''. He turned and walked away. 
 
 Greg turned off the screen and walked away. He retrieved his bag, took out a blanket, and slept on the floor, holding a bar of gold close to his face, with a clean conscience. 
 
 Edit: Jogn changed to John
