It had been exactly 48 hours since Cynthia and Gloria arrived at the bunker.
"What was your great-grandpa thinking when he constructed this?" Gloria asked the baby; she was having a staring contest with little Jay while his mommy was in the shower next to them.
Cynthia wiped the shower cabinet door to get a good look at her aunt, " I guess he was one of those people who believed humanity would survive if we shoved ourselves into the ground like groundhogs,"
She felt an immediate pang of guilt that descended on her head with the warm water coming from the rainfall shower that the deluxe bathroom was equipped with, "...Of course, he made it hard to complain," she said shamefully.
