[ WP ] Scientists accurately predict the apocalypse 's starting date , but owing to the dozens of previous predictions , people are completely indifferent , continuing to go about their daily routines , as though the end times are only a slight , minor inconvenience .

*May 18th, 2026* 
 
 
 That was the date that was broadcasted across the airwaves just 2 months ago. The date *now*, was May 17th, 2026. Tommorow, would come soon. I had nobody left to spend it with. 
 
 
 
 Growing up, my father always told me that the end times were drawing ever so close. My mother would throw fits, and whore around town while he would come here. To this place. He was building a future for me, and for my brothers and sisters. Our parents were always fighting, usually my mother instigating something, so she could call him insane or crazy. She never forgot to tell him each day that he did n't value her, or the kids. Boy, was she wrong as hell. 
 
 
 2 months ago, me and my ex-wife sat in front of the TV screen. Every time i reminisce the scene, the scent of the room changes. Usually based on things that remind me of her, such as the smell of a Christmas tree, her favorite holiday. Other times i imagine the smell of her lemony perfume, a smell that was always a joy to my nostrils. Either way, the action all played out the same in my head. I would take the news on the TV screen seriously, and she would n't. 
 
 
 `` I'm up for a big promotion soon, You know this Jacob.'' 
 
 
 She would say. 
 
 
 `` What will your promotion do you any good, when everything ends?'' 
 
 
 I would reply. 
 
 
 
 The fight would follow. The tears would be shed. In the end, she would turn into my mother and the words `` crazy,'' and, `` lunatic'' would bounce around. Furious, I would leave. I would come here, to remind myself that survival is the only option. Not some charade. 
 
 
 
 I come back to my senses, and the aroma of the pine forest that stretched around me for miles. I was covered with humid dirt from my widows peak to the bottom of my trousers, finishing up the seal to the front entrance. 
 
 
 It went down about 8 shipping crates. My father had entrenched a total 44 of the things. He had a way of getting them from the pier, do n't ask how, it's been one of the biggest questions i'd had since he passed. The underground fortress had a bunker attached to it, that rested inside of the mountain that was presently to my right. Mount Solitude, what a fitting name it had! The establishment was extremely well thought out, and was a very befitting testament of my fathers work ethic. The bulldozer and excavator he used were still out in front, I do n't know how he got those either. I found the keys still in the ignition, though i had no use for them. 
 
 
 Before my phone service was cut, I invited all of my friends and family out here. The only reply i got was from my sister, who said. 
 
 
 `` It's time to let dad go, I know you and him were really close. But do you honestly think the world is gon na end bubba? They said the same thing about the new millennium back in 1999.'' 
 
 
 I spent the next week weeping to myself. Why nobody would take this seriously, i never understood. 
 
 
 *Dead men* 
 
 
 The masterfully crafted dwelling would be plenty of space for me. There was even a makeshift kitchen, with a dining area and a place to start a fire. There was a metal grid above the coals, where you would place the meat you wanted to cook. The crate to the very back, housed many days worth of canned foods and MRE's. 
 
 
 
 I layed my head back against my sleeping bag, as tomorrow was a big day for me. Sealing the entrance was all i had to do since i found this place, so i had a lot of thinking behind and ahead of me. Just before i closed my eyes for the night, I heard a distant scream followed by an intense sounding explosion...
