essed against the bunker' s thick w

screaming Ethan' s name until her voice was raw. Me, pounding on the steel door unti

ite brand, the ones Mom had stocked for him. He made a show o

burned into my soul. It fueled every swin

here would b

r community, a man who could build a fallout shelter with h

rowed with concern. "All our resources, tied up for on

's offering the ranch land. If he defaults, we get everythi

and handshakes, eventually nodded. "Al

t know this wasn't about business. It w

gun oil a familiar comfort. I looked at the picture on my nightstand. Me and Ethan,

my thumb tracing

a mask. The real Ethan was the one I heard i

y gut. It wasn't hot and explosive.

from us. Our money,

d take it all bac

ng a list. Not just of bunker supplies, but of everything else. Seeds. Me

the bunker. It would be building a