Well, this looked an interesting place...
I stood right outside the door, as the guard must have nipped off.
I didn't know what I had been expecting. An air raid shelter, perhaps? All metal and mud and flowers on the top, with a little veggie patch?
Well, that was wrong.
It was metal alright, but no flowers or veggie patch in sight. Depressing, really.
I hated the feeling I had, how I, Charlie Basset, of all people, had been chosen for life. How could I live with this?
Oh, yeah...In a bunker...with people I hardly know...for who knows how long...
I didn't even know why I was chosen! I was just sent all the information, old style. With letters for goodness sake!
How bleedin' retro!
Still, don't look a gift-bunker in the door.