Audio Log #1: Escape
You're taught in training that the second you hear the air raid siren, you run like hell for cover. That's exactly what I did on June 11, 2033.
Unfortunately, I was the only one. The air raid sirens went off a few minutes too late, and only started blaring as the Urag Plasma Bombs
started to rain down on the base. I was close to the shelter, so I made it inside. I waited for 30 seconds before sealing the door to let anyone
else in should they make it. No one did. The bomb shelter was equipped to last a group of 10 soldiers for 2 years. I was the only one, so I had
enough food to last a lot longer than that. 2 days later, the coast seemed clear. I tried to turn the handle on the door, but something was
blocking it from the outside. With growing fear, I jerked and tugged on the handle for hours, until I finally realised I was trapped. That was
almost ten years ago. I know because I carved each tally mark into the wall of the bunker. Day by day, hour by hour, I waited for something,
anything to help me. Nothing came. After exactly 3682 days of solitary confinement, I heard a grinding noise that ended with a reverberating
boom. With growing excitement, I raced to the door, and slowly turned the wheel. With a great cloud of dust, the rusty hinges grated open.
The first breath of fresh air in ten years tasted sweeter than anything else I could imagine. After my eyes adjusted to the natural sunlight, I
started to see a drastically different landscape than the one I left 10 years ago. Now, I've decided to leave this bunker in search of other humans,
and I'll keep a log so people in the future can learn what happened to me.
This is the first of a series. Check out my Flickr to keep updated, but I'll post the newer ones here eventually.
Enjoy!