[ WP ] You and some friends meet to play poker . After playing until early morning , you slowly start to realize that none of you has the desire to leave the room you are currently in .

“ Read em ’ and weep boys. ” He lays down three aces. 
 
 The other three players groan and Mark rakes in his winnings of seven cigarettes. 
 
 “ I ’ m out this round, got ta take a piss. ” Dan stands and leaves the table. He unbuttons his jumpsuit as he walks. He can ’ t believe that he lost, trip kings for nothing more than three less smokes. 
 
 He smashes his shin into something metal and sharp, maybe a stool. It ’ s too dark to tell. “ Who the fuck moved this?! ” he yells and kicks whatever it was across the floor. It skitters across the concrete. He can hear Phil bridge shuffling the cards on the steel table. No matter dark it gets he can always find the bucket in the corner, it stinks so bad. 
 
 The walls of the room shake subtly and small moats of dusts fall from the ceiling, pebbles bounce off the floor. Dan loses his footing slightly and sends a stream of urine up the wall and onto his boots. “ Fuck. ” 
 
 “ You ’ re on piss bucket duty now! ” Mark and Steven yell over. 
 
 Phil deals, the cardboard sliding across the smooth steel. “ Any idea what time it is? ” he asks. All four men ponder briefly. 
 
 “ It ’ s got ta be at least three or four in morning. ” Mark states. “ I can feel it in the air, it ’ s getting hot out. It ’ s going to be a long day. ” He runs his hands through his short hair. “ I wonder if we ’ ll get to see the sun today. ” 
 
 Dan ’ s walks back across the room having finishing his business. “ I doubt it. It ’ s been a few months since we saw it last, that cloud cover isn ’ t going anywhere. ” He cracks his shin off something metal again. “ FUCK SAKES! Why don ’ t we organise this shit!? ” He kicks the obstruction, this time it doesn ’ t move. He knows his toe is broken. “ Can ’ t see a GOD DAMN thing in this place! Keep tripping on things! I ’ m gettin fed up! ” 
 
 “ Just follow the paths man, chill. ” Steve tries to calm him down. A deep rumbling shakes the room once more. The glasses in the kitchenette clink together loudly. 
 
 “ Don ’ t tell me to fuckin ’ chill! ” Dan finds his way to the table and sits. “ Sooner or later one of the roofs gon na come crashing down on our heads and we ’ ll all be toast like those fools that stayed outside. ” 
 
 “ Maybe they made the right choice. I bet they all died in the blast. If we were out there and not in here we ’ d be gone too, at least we wouldn ’ t be hungry. ” Mark state flatly with a sigh. 
 
 “ We could try and go for a run. ” Steve suggests. Dan swipes the table and sends the cards sprawling across the floor. 
 
 “ You just don ’ t get it! ” He yells, spit flying from his mouth. “ The last time we tried that we made it six steps before we went blind! I know we ’ re going to die in here; I ’ d rather starve with you guys then cook out there. ” 
 
 “ The bombs stopped dropping a few weeks ago. Maybe we could make it. ” Mark struggles to calm his friend. 
 
 The air in the room suddenly pressurizes violently. THRUM-CRACK; the sky outside the bunker erupts into flames and scorching light. Against all odds the walls hold. The four men jump from their now scalding hot metal seats. The noise outside clams and they ’ re left with the sound of crackling fire outside the door. 
 
 Dan exhales slowly. “ I guess that settles that. ” 
 
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 The war started after everyone thought the oil crisis was over. Someone somewhere tripped up and got antsy and all hell broke loose. Mark, Steve, Phil, and Dan were constructing a safety shelter for the city to prepare for the fallout. Now they wait for the food to run out, and their bodies to give up. 
 
 *Formatting.
