Apocalypse

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When a citizen of Bunker 108 turns sixteen, he or she is deemed old enough to start reconnoitering.

Reconnoitering is dangerous work – not so much because of the Wastelander bogeymen that kept me up at night as a kid. There are a ton of ways to die out there – windstorms and cold not being the least of them.

Always, when you go out of Bunker 108, you never know if you are coming back.

Michael Sanchez drew lots with me that day. Michael was a seasoned vet, all hard muscle, and an officer to boot. I looked like a pencil in comparison – five foot seven, and one hundred twenty seven pounds. We were quite the pair as we walked out the entrance door, down the long tunnel to the exit of Bunker 108.

I was nervous as hell. I had never been allowed into the Waste before. Not until now.

Yesterday had been my sixteenth birthday.

As we walked, I felt like I was in a dream – or a nightmare – I wasn’t sure which.

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