They all laughed at me when I built my Doomsday Shelter. Well I had the last laugh,
but I'm not laughing now.
I could see it coming. Doomsday! Not by any natural disaster, but man made.
Radical subversive groups were openly plotting to carry out their maniacal prophecy
of Armageddon world wide. So back in 2010 I bought an outdated underground
nuclear missile silo from the U.S. government for a measly $45,000. It was built
back in 1962 at a cost of three million.
Strangely enough it is located in Roswell,N.M. I had to sell my computer business and
house to convert it into my new home. It came complete with it's own generator system,
and water filtering plant. I stockpiled it with enough food for a year and a hydroponics garden area. It was now nuclear attack proof.
Now into the year 2012, I was starting to feel a silly about what I'd done. There were
a few half ass attacks easily thwarted, but nothing major. People were beginning to feel
a little giddy about the scare. Until that day, 9/ 11/ 2012.
All major TV network programming were jammed, and then an evil satanic figure appeared with just the message- "Armageddon Is NOW!"
I immediately fired up my support system, when regular TV returned. All programming
was about Nuclear missles being fired from different isolated places around the world.
They were all aimed at all the Major Powers, who retaliated in same. One by one,
reports from around the world just dropped off the screen.
I know I'm just talking to myself, but there is no one else and I have to get it out of my
head. It's 2012 +1 for me now. All my supplies are gone! The air quality is noxious.
The time is now for me to do something! I must now venture forth and see what awaits
on the outside world that I have had no contact with in a year.
Donning an asbestos suit, gloves, and air pack I make my way to the heavy first blast
door, undoing the many latches. I enter the next chamber to the air lock outer blast door.
A sickening feeling shoots thru me! This heavy door can only be opened by 220v
current. My generator is spent; out of fuel. My mind had become too weaken to think of everything, in this bad air.
I now walk back inside what was once my home, and now is my tomb. I don't know if I should be thankful for the extra year it has given me, or is life going on above me. This
is the real part that is killing me- never to know.
I think I should go and change into my black suit and tie.
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