Bunker: A Narrative Fiction

“Bread,” he grunted. She handed him a piece, took one for herself. He took a couple of bites before

I lolled around still thinking about the decision I had made. The vicissitudes were just piling up, on after another. The only things I heard were buildings crumble, guns being fired, and bombs dropping. I missed the sound of my car starting, I missed the sound of the music playing, but most of all, I missed the sound of my children laughing and playing. The kind of chastisement I was living through was just unbearable and I was ready to leave. No one was stabbing me, no one was shooting me, just thinking about what I have lost is the most painful thing. I heard gunshots getting closer. I needed to leave.

My head felt as if it was too explode, blood was dripping down from my forehead, and a throbbing pain was coming from my leg. At first I had no idea where I was or what was happening. In the distance I could hear a scream, although it was fading and my eyesight was blurry. I tried to stand up as I remember but I was not able too. I kept wondering to myself if this was a dream, but I felt pain. Terrible pain. How could I feel this much pain if it was a dream. Then all at once it came back to me. The memory, the fear, the frightfulness, the nervousness, and the sadness.

My friend and I were walking on the side of The Upper Iowa River by Lidtke Mill when we had heard a noise that had came from the trees. At first we did not know where it had came from. But soon after that we had seen someone or something come out from in the trees. They were carrying something. I had thought it was a body but my friend thought different. She had thought it was just some sticks or like leaves from a grass area. Of course now we were scared to go to the mill. Because we did not know who he was or what he had. But we were not very smart and we ended up going to the mill.

Lastly, you will need to keep everyone in your bunker alive and safe. To do this ration the food and water. Remember every 2 ½ days have water, every 2 ½ weeks eat food. After that, send people above ground to scavenge for things and use the bathroom, but be careful there may be bandits above ground, or worse! Next you will need to listen to the radio for the army. Be certain if the army tells you to do something it is your army, there is a chance it could be a foreign army!

My mother has blonde hair, green eyes, and a skin condition known as rosacea that turns her milky skin pink. My siblings, Alina, Analise, and Petr, each have light brown hair, brown or hazel eyes, and white skin. They are adopted from Romania and though they are all related to each other, they are not related to me or our parents. My father has coarse salt-and-pepper hair, dark brown skin, and hairy arms.

Looking form the corner of my eye, I tried to steady myself trying to comprehend where I was and what had happened. When everything had stopped I dragged myself from under the crushed heap of metal and managed to get onto my feet. Alone with no one to help I decided to find shelter so I dragged my feet along the slippery wet road in the dark, stormy weather. Pushing my way through the howling wind the painful throbbing of all my injuries was making my weak body unable to continue to walk up the road in the drenched, heavy clothes that I was

"No!" "We need to check in before we do anything!" My father yelled at us. "Wait here." He

Boom! I heard a crash of a car. I looked up , I thought I was in shock for a minute just from the loud sound! Once I came back to earth I saw what had happened I just didn't know it. As if it was a video the incident played back in my mind. I saw a big medal dump truck turning the corner, as a red pickup truck stopped in the middle of the road the dump truck driver tried to cease ...but it's was too late. I heard a bash and then for just a second everything was silent .

Then went over and helped mom up. I was nearly the same height as her and looked a lot like her with the same sky blue eyes, but I had my dad’s broad shoulders. “What did he say?”

“Anna knows, I already told her.” My mom mumbled, she knew she should have told us first, I could see it on her face.

It was dark, i didn’t know where i was but i knew for sure that i was being chased by an animal a very big one. My lungs were burning and they felt like they were squeezing so tight together. I was sure i couldn’t last for another 10 feet. That moment, i tripped on something. I fell and i couldn’t move.

She had a puzzled look on her face. “Why, I think we will be just fine. The principal called me and said the same thing that she told you. I understand why you could be freaked out though. We will stay for now and see what happens.” I was astounded that my own mother was saying this! we needed to leave right now.

I could hear the sirens in the distance. Everything blurred into slow motion. It had attacked. . . .

"What is it?" I said. I was curious to hear about the dreadful news. "You were adopted by us. When you were ten, you wondered why you looked different from us. We