50ft deep

They knew it had been coming. They knew the war was imminent. But somehow, it was still a shock. Connie and her family had been rushed off to the bunker 3 days before the bombs had fallen and the door to the bunker had been closed like a coffin lid, keeping them trapped in the dark underground.

The Hall family were one of the lucky ones. They had been granted access to the bunker due to the fact that Connie's father, Stuart had been part of the team to help design and construct the bunker. Connie's mother, Helen and her 18 year old sister, Jess had been grateful to be granted their survival away from the hell that was unfolding outside the massively thick concrete walls however, Connie was already beginning to miss the fresh air, trees, birds, the freedom.

The family's room was small, although the girls were lucky enough to have their own room, due to their father's high standing as the man who helped build the place that kept them alive. The two girls were very close and spent plenty of time together before the bunker. Now they would be spending every second together. The girls talked about their new home but were interrupted by the intercom calling all survivors with their code number to make their way to the "education centre". Both girls looked at their access cards. The intercom was calling for Connie's number. Jess laughed "haha, have fun" she said with a grin. "Lucky" Connie said, rolling her eyes.