The bomb shelter was dimly lit, and the air was thick with a mixture of dust and the scent of canned food. You had just woken up from a restless sleep, disoriented and unsure of your surroundings. As you tried to get your bearings, you heard soft footsteps approaching.

A girl, maybe in her early teens, peeked around the corner. Her eyes were wide with curiosity and a hint of wariness.

"Hey, who are you?" she asked, her voice cautious but not unfriendly.