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“Look the bus is right there. Gather your things and let’s get this over with.” David rushed, grabbing his wife’s wrist with his left and tugging her toward the line while his suitcase filled with his clothes swung in his other.

“They aren’t going to leave without us dear,” Julia chuckled with evanescence, “I swear, sometimes you’re a child.” She added.

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“I’m sorry sir, but she cannot enter the bunker. Only immediate family may enter.” A stern guard stated, holding his rifle that crossed across his chest.

“What the hell do you mean she can’t come in? The contra—“David was cut off.

“The contract stated that only family members may join, married or through blood line. Please Mr. Marshall, enter the bus now.” The guard ordered, eying his other colleagues as a sign that trouble was to be had.

“This is bullshit! I read that contract and it said anyone of my choice god damnit!” David’s voice rang throughout the panicked crowd, Julia’s arms wrapped around David’s left arm.

“I’m not entering the bunker without her, so tell your higher ups that.” David exclaimed placing his right hand on top of Julia’s.

“I’m sorry to hear that Mr. Marshall, you signed a contract and you must be obliged to follow it.” The guard whistled for his fellow guards, one pulled Julia away making her lose the grip on the man she loved, two more restraining David as he attempted to fall back to his wife.

“You son of a bitch, let me go! Julia!” David cried out, the panicked crowd began to push and shove their way to the front in widespread chaos.

“Get him in the bus, now! Close off everyone else, get another bus down here!” The guard attempted to shout above the roused crowd.

Julia’s face was but a star in a galaxy now as a school of fish swam their way to the shore.

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David woke up on the ground in what he assumed to be an iron prison suited with a bed, desktop, a lamp and other accessories needed. He was in the bunker now, the cold sensation that filled the room told him he was, the sensation that he would grow to know so well, solitude. Faint fragments were all that he could remember how he got to the bunker and how they made him was a haze. He remembered a guard pistol whipping him in the head, after that he heard voices as he floated across a plane of gray.

“Don’t let—out of room, you – stand? He’s sick and needs rest.”

Who was he talking to? Who was he? Who’s sick? Question and question piled up. Placing his palms flat on the ground, he rose himself from the ground. The room spun around, his head hurt. As he placed his right hand on the spot where the guard pistol whipped him, he felt a stinging sensation. Blood dampened his fingers. David crawled to the bed, regaining his vision back. Wanting to know what happened to Julia. Wanting to know where he was. Wanting to know how to get out.
“God damnit! God damnit, god damnit , god damnit!” He shouted at the tops of his lungs. He knew what happened to Julia, she was suffering from isolation, suffering from the shadows that plague the world. He knew where he was, he was in the Earth’s underground utopia. He knew how to get out, he just didn’t want to in fear of living life without her.

“God damnit!” he continued chanting, screaming until it felt like his lungs would bleed from the strain. With rage he stood up, it was adrenaline that kept him alive, he took the desktop lamp and threw it across the room and watched it shatter on the wall like the dreams he wish would come true. He took the desk top and flipped it over like his clouded judgments of their promises. He stormed to the iron door that held him captive against his free will and punched the surface as hard as he could. David continued his maddening spree until he could no longer feel the pain in his knuckles. No longer feel the pain of lost love. No longer feel the pain of distrust. Praying that with some miraculous divine intervention the iron door would topple over and make him realize that this was all a dream.

This was his new home now, The Bunker, the utopia of Earth.