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Monday, September 2, 2013

Today's #flashfiction #AfterAWeekendInTheBombshelter

“Slow and steady wins the race.”
Speedy Gonzales* #quote


       Today I thought of how labor day should really be called unlabor day. After all, it's a holiday about not working right? Why would you call it labor day then? Something called labor day should be a day where you're expected to work a lot.

After A Weekend In The Bombshelter


          Greg sat on the couch in his basement. The basement stood to be quite the oddball of a room. The basement was a bomb shelter him and his roommate converted into the ultimate entertainment room. (At least that they could afford). A massive TV, all the gaming systems, an absurd library of DVDs, and speakers that went way louder than they should. Greg blasted those speakers during a long gaming session while he heard explosion noises that didn't quite fit in with the game he was playing...but he ignored them. It was a holiday weekend so he pretty much camped and slept in the room for a massive several day session. He was totally hardcore about it and even locked himself in the shelter. (He was a controller hog sometimes, and the lock on the bomb shelter sometimes let him just take the entertainment room for himself).
        After a nice holiday weekend of awesome, intense, bomb-sheltery gaming Greg emerges. The rest of his house lay in ruins. His roommate John is limping, with an improvised bandages made of salvaged bedsheet over one of his legs and using a cane made of some large animal bone. Greg looks around to see that the other houses in the neighboor hood are either in blackened ruin or currently burning in multicolor fire. He looked up to see the sky dark green and the Sun pale blue. Black clouds dashed through the sky quicker than the birds. Greg only saw swarms of bloody doves.
       “John? What happened?” Greg asked.
        The roommate stumbled towards him. “The end of the world. Secret terrorist organization launched nukes at several countries. Responded with nukes. Caused rift to another dimension to open. Strange forces entered this world. Damaging reality. Zombies. Monsters. Natural disasters we know and never heard of before.”
       Greg responded, “Wow. Bummer. But really, dude get yourself together you're talking funny.”
John breathed in then out. “You're right...I'm sorry. It's just all the shock. I've seen a lot of people die. But I can't lose myself.”
       Greg shrugged. “How about we head into the basement? Place has enough power and supplies for like twenty years including all the vitamin D tablets to make up for the loss of sunlight. We'll just blow this whole end of the world thing off.”
      John laughed. “What would I do without you man?”

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