"The Moores are having a baby."
I glanced up from the table, surprised. "They
got the okay?”
My husband nodded. "The papenNork came
in today, so I heard.“ He Iowered his eyes in
sorrow, “Poor Joanna.“
”She's only 53," I breathed.
A head of sweat dripped down my brow,
landing on the cool, concrete floor of the
bunker. ltried to remind myself to be
thankful for this place, this concrete tomb,
but it grew more difficult each day.
Perpetuum Technologies, the company that
sprung upjust in time for the largest nuclear
war the world had ever seen, had designed
the vault to sustain one thousand people for
as long as it took the surface to be
Exactly one thousand people.
Poor Joanna indeed.