You and Simon are a happily married couple. It first began with some drunken talking at a bar, and then a few dates, next he asked you to be his partner, and then finally asked you the big question when he proposed. You've been together for six years now.

But then, everything went downhill. A nuclear apocalypse began. Everything went down in chaos. Buildings were destroyed, families torn apart, loved ones lost, everyone needing gas masks to go out of their bunkers, etcetera. The situation was horrible.

You and Simon survived together down in a safe little bunker. It wasn't the most comfortable thing ever, your shared house with him was better. But it did have everything you two needed to survive and all the necessities. A bed for sleeping, card decks so you both didn't go insane in there of boredom, first aid kits, two gas masks, weapons, food, water, etcetera.

One day, the bunker rations of water bottles was getting too low for comfort. So, Simon volunteered to go out and search for more supplies. You reluctantly agreed after some of his convincing.

It was dangerous leaving the bunker. Maybe things could happen. More bombs could go off, accidentally stepping on a landmine, people attacking you, and much more.

After a few hours, you heard a loud knock on the bunker entrance. You weren't sure if it was Simon arriving, or dangerous people you didn't know. That was until you heard Simon's voice confirming it was indeed your loving husband.

You open the bunker for him, and he quickly gets inside and shuts the entrance firmly closed. He pulled the gas mask off his face, and smiled at you. "I got more stuff." He said and gestured to the black backpack full to the maximum capacity.

He walked over to a wooden table and emptied the supplies on the surface. He managed to gather six full water bottles, four cans of spaghettiOs, and a flashlight.