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Megan turned the key in the lock to the door, taking the key out once she heard the click. Her father, brother, and sister in law had stopped by a week ago with a moving van and helped her clean up the apartment. Then her brother’s wife had driven her car – with all of Megan’s personal things in it – back to her parent’s house. Her father and James had followed with the furniture in the moving van. Megan had always been a minimalist and she didn’t like clutter so the one trip cleared out her entire apartment. Well, almost all of it. She looked down at the two plain brown suitcases on the floor beside her. One held clothes for both work and relaxation, plus her personals. The other held various papers, books, and articles she had collected over the years. Some of the books were blank, waiting for her to write her observations in. The second suitcase had taken longer to pack than the first, as she had to sort through her book cases, and then do it again when she realized her first go and turned up to many items. While her contract and the 200-page booklet that came with it had ‘suggested’ one suitcase per person due to the lack of space, she would be damned if she left her most important science and animal books behind. How could they expect her to do her job if she didn’t have references? She had even bought a few ‘how to teach’ books on chance that she would have to teach the next generation what she knew.

She pulled a white envelope, creased and wrinkled, from her coat pocket and dropped the key in it before she seal it. It was early in the morning – the sun hadn’t even risen yet – so she didn’t bother knocking on the landlord’s door but instead slipped he envelope under his doormat. Without another look back she started the half mile walk to where the bus would be picking her up.

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It took a day and a half to get to New York and the bunkers. As the crowd thickened, forcing the bus to slow, Megan turned her face from the window and closed her eyes. The roar of the roar of the crowd dulled to background noise. She wasn’t particularly concerned with the majority of the populace left to suffer outside the bunkers, but it hurt her heart to see those that didn’t care if they themselves got in and only wanted their children to be safe. When the bus, after what seemed like several more hours, finally stopped Megan opened her eyes and looked out the window. They were a few hundred yards from the police barricade that kept the rest of the civilians away. Megan and the others on the bus shuffled out and stretched, worn from doing nothing but sitting and the excitement they knew would come. The bus drivers unlocked the compartment that held their luggage and one by one they pulled their baggage out and filed to the end of the short line. As she got closer Megan pulled out her papers to show the men in charge. When it came to her turn she smiled pleasantly and waited while they checked everything over, stamped various pages, and filled in signatures with red ink. One of the men eyed her two suitcases dubiously but refrained from comment when he met her eyes.

When it was done a woman handed her a map that showed the layout of the bunker and pointed the way to Megan’s rooms. What Megan really wanted to do was head straight to the zoo and see if they had gotten everything right. She knew they had – they wouldn’t put this much effort into something to just screw up with the animals – but it would put her mind at ease. Instead she turned in the direction the woman pointed her in, labeled ‘Living Quarters’. The rooms were numbered and had little plaques that people could write their name on. She stopped in front of her room – key in the lock – and opened the door. She paused a moment to look at her name plaque that read ‘Dr. Quill’ and frowned. While she was technically a doctor, she had never liked anyone calling her one – it made her sound pompous to her own ears.

A visual sweep around the room made her doubt the wisdom of bringing a suitcase full of books. She learned her suitcases against the wall and went to the bed. It was a single, placed in the middle of the room. She set her shoulder against it, shoving it to the side of the wall before voices reached her.

“So, are the walls to thin here, or is it just me?”

She looked up and moved to peek out of her room. Several doors down a male stood in a doorway, looking in. A young, higher pitched voice answered in something Megan couldn’t catch, and was joined in by several younger voices – probably children. Megan stepped out, closed the door behind her, and put the key in her pocket. As she walked closer, she could just hear another male voice telling them to leave before they got caught.

Megan had never been much of a people person, but now that she was alone – no family or friends to fall back on if she got lonely – she pushed herself to step next to the male in the doorway and look in. The sight made her purse her lips. A haggard looking male was trying to bandage his damaged hands by himself. A teenage girl with three young ones was watching while the male in the doorway simply watched.

She pushed past the man in the doorway and knelt down in front of the other. She was aware that she might be over stepping her bounds and probably looked rude inviting herself in without an introduction. She pushed those thoughts to the side and gingerly picked up his hand to examine it. “What happened?”