I awoke with a flash the night after the firefight. The wind outside was howling with a magnitude that I hadn't seen in a long time. Seeing this, I threw off the sheets, and ran to my survival kit. Grabbing this, I then threw my laptop and gun into my floor mounted safe, knowing that the safe would survive anything that happened to it. Having done this, I ran for the basement and the shelter I had built there.
I awoke in a tomb.
However, I was too tired to really care.
I awoke for the second time, this time I saw a red light. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I saw my wall mounted digital clock reading 10:15. I then saw the oxygen level meter next to it reading green. I pushed myself upright and the memories flooded back. I had run down into what used to be a coal cellar of the building. However, call me paranoid, I had turned it into a nuclear bunker. I rushed into the bunker and had just turned the lock on the door shut right as the building collapsed around me. At this revelation, I was glad my career and life hadn't ended early. I then got up and proceeded to light the torches that I had scattered around the room. For all the high tech equipment, I opted for fire light due to a generator being unrealistic. I then looked out of the bunker window and saw some light. Seeing this, I realized that the whole building had collapsed around me. I couldn't get a signal with my phone as I had lead lined the bunker but, I had a built-in HAM radio in the wall. I then sent a signal out to the office and emergency services, "Mayday, mayday, this Pierre Leclerc, I am trapped in my bunker under the Pointe Place apartment building..."
