[ WP ] You have lived in a bomb shelter for the past 6 years with your family since WW3 has begun . One day , you hear the Skype call sound .

Everyday is the same down here. This shelter seems to be getting smaller every day for the past 6 years. But it's home now. And I've learned to get used to it. After all, I could be dead or a mutant from all the bomb's radiation. So, I've begun to appreciate the fact that I'm part of the 270 million survivors. But as much as I try to appreciate all that. The constant nagging of my parents and siblings can get on my nerves a bit. But that's what families are about. I think back to all the board games that we played. And meals we've shared. It's been hard. But I wake up everyday thanking God for the blessing that I still have my family. 
 But before I could think about last night's conversation that left us in tears laughing, everything started going darker. I could feel my face start to clench up as I put in physical effort to bring those memories back. But all I hear now is... ringing? 
 
... What? 
 
 That is n't like everyday. Something is different. Something is wrong. 
 
 The dark feeling I got before was only a fraction of what I feel now. I would usually wake up to breakfast and laughter. 
 But I hear nothing. 
 
 Just that bloody ringing. 
 
 I ca n't just ignore it. 
 
 I walk over to the dining table where a computer sits. A Skype call waiting to be answered. 
 
 We do n't own a computer. 
 Not anymore. We had to leave it behind with all the rest of our belongings. 
 
 I hesitantly answer. 
 
 It's connecting... 
 
 `` Hello!'' An urgent voice said. 
 `` Umm hi.'' 
 I was never the most social type. And what I just said could not have come across more awkward. I look at the person who was talking and she looked very professional. Blonde hair pulled tightly back I got a headache just looking at her. And she was wearing a feminine suit; mostly black, with a slight undertone of purple. 
 `` We've been trying to reach you all morning. You must listen to what I'm about to say. Because I am not going to repeat myself. And your life depends on every word.'' 
 I could not believe anything that was happening. 
 `` Where is my family!'' I yelled. Cutting her off. 
 `` Excuse me?'' 
 `` Wh—where is my family.'' I repeated less confidently. 
 `` They're dead.'' She said without emotion. 
 ``... They're... dead?'' 
 `` Yes. We did not intend any harm to come to your family when we broke into your shelter last night. But they showed signed of The Change. And that wo n't be tolerated where they were going to go.'' 
 `` What are you talking about. They are..were totally fine!'' My anger started to flare up beyond anything I've felt before. Mourning could wait. They needed avenged now. 
 `` Allison listen!'' 
 How did she know my name... 
 `` I do n't have time to talk about this now! You do n't have much time. I sent you coordinates to where you need to go. Traveling wo n't be easy. So my people left you with what you need. Consider this your first trial. Pass it. And you'll be on the road to becoming one of the Saviors. Together. We will save this wasteland you survivors call earth. So, hurry, in less than 1 hour a wave of Mutants will surround and destroy that shelter you've been somehow living in. I'll see you soon.'' 
 She smiled ominously and hung up. 
 I was left in tears with my face blood red from anger. 
 I grabbed the backpack on the floor by the door. I looked inside and saw water, packets of food, walkie talkies, and a map showing me where I needed to go. So I turned various nobs, larger than a watermelon, in order to open the door to the outside. The sun was glaring down. Taunting me. I used my hands to shield the sun and I stepped out of my loving shelter onto the unforgiving earth.
