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I climb out of the tunnel, and feel the soft deposit of nuclear snow collapse a bit underneath my feet. Shutting the hatch, I grunt a bit with the effort. As I look out to the horizon, the world is still. Dead. What a surprise. The sun was burning through the canopy above, creating a patchwork of hot and cold on my clothing. The shelter was originally in a forest. One that burst with colors, and breathed. Mom would tell stories of how the trees used to be covered in little green shapes. I would always look up to her with big eyes and question, "Green like the sky, mommy?" which, in turn, would make her chuckle laced with sorrow, as if she k

Screaming. Coming from my own vocal chords. A jolt of adrenaline courses through my body as I remember the dream. An icy chill radiates from the steel walls. Twisting, I gaze onto the red numbers evaporating out of the darkness. Three A. M. I catch my breath and stare above, waiting for the ceiling to either once more become visible, or come caving in on me. As my breathing reduces to a shallow pant, I close my eyes and hope that the sandman comes to claim me. But as I try to let sleep's clutches drag me out of this world, the images from my latest nightmare flood my mind, and replay on the inside of my eyelids. I'm not quite sure, but