[ WP ] WWIII happens , and when people come out from their fallout shelter , they find a sprawling civilization

`` Today's the day? Right Daddy?'' 
 
 Stewart looked to his son and a smile crept its way into the corners of his mouth. It was hard to imagine that most of his life memories had been created in this hole no bigger than their living room. 
 
 `` Yep! It'll be a few hours though Trent. Try to stay occupied.'' 
 
 He gave his son a reassuring smile and a pat on the back before looking him straight in the eye. 
 
 `` And remember I'm just as excited as you are but we do n't know whats out there. It could be scary, it could be happy. We need to be prepared for anything though so remember all the safety precautions we've been talking so much about lately.'' 
 
 Trent matched his gaze with one much more innocent and turned around to go back to his Cheerios. Stewart wished he could have been as hopeful as his young son but the truth was he was absolutely terrified. They had been trapped down here for a little over a year, or 384 days to be exact, and he dreaded what he might see on the outside. 
 
 The war had started and the last piece of information he heard was the biological warfare and nuke warning for the entire southeast. That had been enough for him to grab Trent and head down here. The bombing lasted for 23 days and after he knew he may never see above ground again. But he had to now as they were completely out of food and inching closer to starvation day by day. Better to try their luck than slowly whittle away down here. He owed it to his son. 
 
 Stewart got the final preparations done; a check of the sharpness of the makeshift `` knives'' he created out of old plastic and of the strips of clothing Trent and himself would cover their faces with. All was in order and he called his boy over trying to sound as hopeful as he could. 
 
 `` All right, you all bundled up big guy?'' 
 
 Trent nodded and lifted his arms up indicating he wanted to be held. 
 
 `` Go Out!!!'' he screamed gleefully. 
 
 Stewart's head was spinning with the possibilities that might occur but he managed to pick his boy up and head for the latch on the door. It had mostly rusted shut so it took a few pushes and pulls to get the door to budge. Several attempts later it gave way as his arm shook with anticipation. Sunlight started to creep in causing him to recoil back into darkness. Regaining his composure with his arm held steady he took a few steps up the ladder and plunged into a world of unknowns. 
 
 The sunlight hit so hard that Stew felt as if he had been hit like a quarterback with an undrafted left tackle. After feeling nothing for so long the weight of the atmosphere was heavy on his shoulders. What felt like several minutes passed before he felt comfortable enough to squint. 
 
 All around him were skyscrapers so tall he could n't see their tops. What could only be described as a combination of light rail and roller coaster tracks spiraling between them. Every few seconds something flickering on the rails, barely enough for him to even register. 
 
 Directly in front of him his house had been completely replaced with a glass bubble. To his left and right were other plots of land with only these bubbles in the front. The round was covered in dirt and red clay, not a shade of green to be seen anywhere. The sun beat down causing his skin to itch where it was exposed. 
 
 `` CODE 4201! CODE 4201!!!'' came from a loudspeaker that sounded nearby. 
 
 What looked to be like an inflated space suit was running towards them from a few plots over. It was carrying a hose connected to something attached to his back. 
 
 That's when Stewart heard it. 
 
 Trent had started to scream loudly in his ear while he had been looking around. The child's hands seemed to be clawing at his face. 
 
 `` Dad!! IT HURTS!! IT STINGS SO BAD!!'' 
 
 *Shit. Please no. This ca n't happen. * Stewart held his sons hands back and examined his face. Pus bubbles where forming rapidly on his skin oozing out a viscous yellow liquid. His left eye had swollen and was the size of a golfball. 
 
 `` It's ok buddy. Just do n't touch your face.'' he tried to say calmly before bellowing out several cries for help at the figure bounding to him but still over a hundred yards away. 
 
 Stewart put his hand over Trent's eyes to offer what little protection he could and Trent started to scream even louder. A nasty and shrill sound that sent chills down his spine and kicked his heartbeat into overdrive. All he could think to do was stand there paralyzed with fear. 
 
 The figure got closer to them and slowed its pace down to a jog and eventual walk while extending its hose out it front. A white mist was slowly being admitted from its tip. 
 
 `` Help ME!! My son needs help!! Stew bellowed. 
 
 His words fell on what seemed like deaf ears, while the mist continued to circle him. The relentless screaming of Trent borrowed its way through his head. Panic enveloped his body. He felt something warm on his hand and saw a trickle of blood make its way down Trent's face. Horrified he pulled his hand away and saw his sons face drowned in blood gushing from where his eye had burst open. 
 
 Stewart's gaze went from Trent's mangled face to his own hand as he slowly fell backward into the white mist. His fingers bathed in crimson red. 
 

