Concrete Walls
The silence of the room was thick, the uncomfortable quiet was heavy enough to make anyone stir crazy. Among the five people sitting in a circle across from one another on the cement flooring, hiding away in the shelter that had been built by the small farming community five years prior, not one person could bring up the courage to speak. There had been talk for decades of nuclear attacks, radiation, waste, another cold war, but it had come to a point where no one expected it to happen. But it finally happened. The bombs were dropped a few miles away into the residing city, hardly giving enough time for those in the outskirts to get to safety – if there was safety for them to begin with.
