[ WP ] There is something outside the bomb shelter ...

The walls shook, violated by the assault pouring from above. The bunkers' ceiling rumbled as the boom of thunder pounded at it's concrete door. The atomic rain would be the end of the world as we knew it. The apocalypse had begun. 
 
 We sat huddled together, all 200 of us, in our small bunker hoping, praying that we would survive. Radio contact with the other shelters had died out. One by one the remaining bunkers were destroyed by a direct hit. That, or people were just to scared to talk right now. 
 I remember how people cried out every time a bomb landed. I remember how people shouted in fear every time the ground shook. It felt as if the floor beneath us would tear apart and we would fall into the gaping mouth of hell. 
 
 God damn it, we were trying to survive between two Hells. 
 
 But then it all stopped. Silence. 
 
 The radio cackled:''Bunker T-32, we're okay... we're okay! Jesus Christ is anyone else out there?'' 
 
''Yeah... Bunker D-09 here.'' we responded''We're good. I think we're going to suit up and check out the surface.'' 
 
''Great news 09! We will meet you there. We're going to maintain evasive protocol on our outer wings in case they come back. We suggest you do the same.'' 
 
''Will do T-32.'' 
 
 Soon, many more bunkers showed signs of life. Maybe a total of about 45 bunkers confirmed they we're heading to the surface. 45 out of more than 2700. 
 
 I was the lead expeditionary Chief for our assessment of the nuclear ravaged surface. I suited up with a team of four and we climbed the long staircase that lead up to the entrance door. The door itself was a large rectangular panel that, when opened, would break off and shoot outwards. I entered the opening command and held my breath, expecting a destroyed wasteland to fill my sight. 
 
 But something went wrong. 
 The door would not open. 
 
''The door jammed sir, something is broken.'' 
 We inspected the door for structural damage but it was perfectly intact. The release hinges and ejection charges were all in order. The door was simply jammed shut. There was only one possibility. We extended a camera from a small supply hatch to inspect the outside of the bunker door. I could see it clear as day... 
 
''There is something outside the bomb shelter'' 
 
 A large un-detonated bomb leaned against the shelter door, preventing its release and effectively, preventing our escape. We were stuck. There was nothing we could do from where we were and as we pleaded for help on the radio, it became evident that no one wanted to try there luck with moving or disarming an atomic bomb. 
 
 So we sat and waited. For what? 
 
 For the floor beneath to tear apart as we fall into the gaping mouth of hell I guess...
