The emergency alert that appeared on my phone screen read, the creatures have been eradicated.

Any remaining survivor should seek aid at the nearest communal bomb shelter.

My mind eased as I read the words, seemed as though the bombs had actually worked and from

where I stood, and where I stood the coast was clear.

I looked back at the bunker and my mind went back to the things that I had seen during

my stay in there.

There was no way I could live the rest of my life in there.

No thing left for me to do would be to obey the message.

The nearest communal bomb shelter was located relatively far from my current location, and

the trek on foot would be far from ideal.

I needed to find a working vehicle that had not been affected by the bombs or some other

means of transportation.

However, if the alert was true, walking would definitely be a possibility.

I stepped out of the bunker in the cool morning air hit me again.

I guess the Craig's house above me no longer stood in its entirety, otherwise I would

not have been feeling a gust of wind in his basement.

The gun I had dropped before entering the bunker that had landed on the ground at the

bottom of the staircase was no longer anywhere to be seen.

The weirdest part about the situation though is that Craig's body was missing too.

The pool of blood where he had been lying remained.

What was left of him had been moved elsewhere, simply vanished.

It was exceptionally weird that the gun and Craig's body would be missing.

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