this is the end
I had done it, the lock snapped with a delightful "pop," and my days of work had finally paid off. The shelter was marked "107b alpha base charlie NW," and I had always known about it from my uncles who would tease me and say it was the actual area 51; Because I loved that stuff as a kid and because they were stationed there for 20 years, thinking better to tell me stories than just "top secret." But I didn't come here for nostalgia and definitely not aliens because I wasn't a kid anymore, far from it. I came here for food, for the endless buffet of supplies "could feed a 100 men for a 100 years," uncle Johnny would always tell me in one of his drunken rants.
