[ WP ] Stars have brilliant deaths , large explosions given a beautiful name . Men are granted nothing so glorious .

`` Life has a way of fucking you up.'' 
 
 He sighed and poured us another drink. The cheap wine smelled acrid but we downed our glasses. 
 
 `` I bet you thought you'd be dead by now,'' I say and then we both laugh. 
 
 He waves the rotting remains of his left hand at me like a child trying to get the attention of a parent. We laugh some more. Maybe we're both a little drunk. 
 
 The bunker is safe. Deep underground. Nothing can get in. We ca n't get out. The stars are as hidden from us as we are hidden from them. 
 Maybe we're more than a little drunk because when he looks at me and asks if I want to go outside I look him in the eye and nod. 
 
 They're waiting there, ready to kill us, crush us, obliterate us. Annihilate us. And we're about to let them. 
 
 
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