"Whatever is happening, maybe it doesn't happen underground!" you ask. You and your mom head down to the basement, but your sister insists on getting her phone from her room.
"Just let her go," Your mom begs running with you downstairs. The storm shelter has a couch and emergency food. You turn on the single light bulb with the pull chord. Everything here is perfectly normal.
"We just wait here and maybe whatever government experiment went haywire will be fixed soon. Did you see the size of that dog!" You insist as your mom sits to catch her breath.
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