Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35898511-20181012051121/@comment-36855838-20181012121659

Finally, something to be angry about!

I get up, going into a lengthy pacing session and grabbing supplies.

Nathan bolts, probably hoping to beat whatever hordes are coming.

Once I've got all the supplies, I toss my few remaining friends some bags.

"Alright, the monsters are probably going to be going for the easy pickings, like people going in crowds towards the safehouse, so we're going to hide here instead."

I pull them into the rearmost room of the house, every wall full of windows to let in ample sunlight, and point my middle finger towards a busted, rusty old car sitting in the middle of the field behind the house.

"Okay, that's the entrance to my secret bunker, it comfortably houses ten, and houses thirty in a pinch, so us four should be fine."

I open the door and head for the car.

"Maria, go grab as many canned fruits and veggies as you can from the basement, Michael get fresh foods from the fridge, Amelia, go get the bag under my bed, it's a big red gym bag, you can't miss it."

A few nods and they're off.

I head out to the car and pop the trunk, climbing down the ladder to the soundproof airlock-style doorway.

As I settle in, sorting through the various blades, tranquilizers, and first-aid supplies, Michael comes in, carrying bags laden with green and red grapes, eggs, apples, bananas, cured ham, sausages, and bread.

We waste no time putting perishables into the massive cooler, and I pop a few bunches of green grapes into the freezer, out of personal preference.

A minute latter, Amelia stumbles in, staggering under the weight of the bottled water.

I quickly begin stowing most of it in a lockbox in the back of the cooler, we'll need to rely on the filters, the bottled stuff is strictly for reserves.

I drop the bag in the center of our livingspace, it lands with a loud, metallic clang.

"This bunker is illegally tapped into the water system just ahead of the shutoff, valve for my house, so the city should be unable to starve us out in search of water."

No matter how common or scarce, there were female technicians.

Maria is last to arrive, and we quickly shut the doors behind her, I quickly begin storing her cans on the shelves, and soon it's all in place.

"Alright everybody, toilet's over there, sink's over there, filtered water dispenser is over here, bottles for your water in the red bag, can opener is on a chain over by the cans, pick a bed, feel free to share, no sex or chit-chat after 10:00, an for the love of all that is sacred, don't let any fuckers into the bunker!"