After drawing straws and arguing our community choose me to retell the story of our people emerging from the darkness.
“I’m going to be late for school. Wait! I’m thirty-three; I’m a teacher! Anyway, I’m still late what will the kid do without their number one super totally awesome science teacher.” Mr Mattson, the very unconceited teacher, we all love oh-so very much. By school, he meant the section of bunker concealed by curtains in which all those under the age of 18 go to learn arithmetic and the English language.
The first of the student body awoke “Mr Mattson, STOP! You’re embarrassing yourself,” the indignant male student, Khronos: son of the timekeeper, stated from his golden tower, oh sorry I meant his bunk. The timekeepers were …show more content…
Mr Mattson is notorious for not dealing with criticism well. He is always sending kids to write lines, even if they just say he needs to fix his collar, which is often. The rest of the student body awoke, the masses of zombies slowly trotted towards the gender-segregated bathrooms of Bunker 12. Bunker 12 was the 12th of 17 bunkers built to protect our Community from war. Bunker's did serve a purpose, but after the war and we were left with a desolate Wasteland. They became home. There's only one person alive in bunker 12 whose been outside. Astrid Vesta: she doesn't remember much, however when she does, she's notorious for scaring the children who sit around the fireplace with her. “ They came and they took everything,” Astrid expressed as she began to stir, her only functioning eye fluttered open. Her beauty overwhelming even with one eye, which is bluer than any dye we have down here. A glass-breaking screaming erupted from the poor woman. She has been left in the snow as a child when Missy Robertson, the wife of our founder Robert Robertson III, found …show more content…
The population had doubled in size, food shortages were everywhere. First, it was cutting down the amount of food, then meals and now it one meal a day, with the predetermined food set out for those first to take. Every family chooses one to eat in the first, two to eat in the second and so on, orphans like myself were deemed less and should only eat after everyone else. After collecting my food I sat with Astrid, her story already halfway through, was about the first and last time anyone tried to leave. The radiation, killed them almost instantly, leaving them in agony. That was fifty years ago, she a little over thirty-three. “Mrs Vesta, do you believe we’ll ever leave?” I attempt to suppress my own voice, shocking me. “Son, I believe a lot of things! That is not one of them. If you even try, I would not attend your funeral.” Her response stopped the masses in their tracks, their eye fixated on me. Waiting for a response. My thought froze shortly followed by my entire body. The world stood still for the first time since the birth of our Lord and saviour Robert Robertson III, who construed the idea of safety in a world blown to
“I’m going to be late for school. Wait! I’m thirty-three; I’m a teacher! Anyway, I’m still late what will the kid do without their number one super totally awesome science teacher.” Mr Mattson, the very unconceited teacher, we all love oh-so very much. By school, he meant the section of bunker concealed by curtains in which all those under the age of 18 go to learn arithmetic and the English language.
The first of the student body awoke “Mr Mattson, STOP! You’re embarrassing yourself,” the indignant male student, Khronos: son of the timekeeper, stated from his golden tower, oh sorry I meant his bunk. The timekeepers were …show more content…
Mr Mattson is notorious for not dealing with criticism well. He is always sending kids to write lines, even if they just say he needs to fix his collar, which is often. The rest of the student body awoke, the masses of zombies slowly trotted towards the gender-segregated bathrooms of Bunker 12. Bunker 12 was the 12th of 17 bunkers built to protect our Community from war. Bunker's did serve a purpose, but after the war and we were left with a desolate Wasteland. They became home. There's only one person alive in bunker 12 whose been outside. Astrid Vesta: she doesn't remember much, however when she does, she's notorious for scaring the children who sit around the fireplace with her. “ They came and they took everything,” Astrid expressed as she began to stir, her only functioning eye fluttered open. Her beauty overwhelming even with one eye, which is bluer than any dye we have down here. A glass-breaking screaming erupted from the poor woman. She has been left in the snow as a child when Missy Robertson, the wife of our founder Robert Robertson III, found …show more content…
The population had doubled in size, food shortages were everywhere. First, it was cutting down the amount of food, then meals and now it one meal a day, with the predetermined food set out for those first to take. Every family chooses one to eat in the first, two to eat in the second and so on, orphans like myself were deemed less and should only eat after everyone else. After collecting my food I sat with Astrid, her story already halfway through, was about the first and last time anyone tried to leave. The radiation, killed them almost instantly, leaving them in agony. That was fifty years ago, she a little over thirty-three. “Mrs Vesta, do you believe we’ll ever leave?” I attempt to suppress my own voice, shocking me. “Son, I believe a lot of things! That is not one of them. If you even try, I would not attend your funeral.” Her response stopped the masses in their tracks, their eye fixated on me. Waiting for a response. My thought froze shortly followed by my entire body. The world stood still for the first time since the birth of our Lord and saviour Robert Robertson III, who construed the idea of safety in a world blown to