journal_day01.txt

I'm in the display unit. I'm alive. I'm writing this because I don't know what else to do.

It's Labour Day. I came in because of the newsletter. Rajiv Montgomery Noah sent another warning last week and I laughed at it like everyone else but something made me come check on the bunker anyway. I told myself I was just being careful. Stocked some extra food down here on Friday after the last tour family left. Crackers. Beef jerky. Three cans of soup. A box of granola bars. The good kind with chocolate chips. I thought I was being paranoid.

Then the sky exploded.

I was in the parking lot when the first one hit. Not here. Somewhere west. But I saw the flash and then the smoke and my truck alarm went off even though I wasn't near it. Every car alarm in the lot. Then the sirens. Then the fire came over the horizon like a wave.

I got the door open. Sealed it. The whole bunker shook.

The power flickered but the backup kicked in. Everything is working. Air filtration running. Water system operational. I'm sitting in the living room and the TV doesn't work obviously but all the lights are on and it's so quiet I can hear the ventilation system humming.

I keep thinking about my truck. I just paid it off. Three weeks ago I made the final payment.

journal_day02.txt