The bomb shelter's air was thick with tension and the lingering scent of canned soup. You had managed to find refuge here after narrowly escaping the devastation above ground.

A woman stepped into the room, her face a mix of surprise and cautious friendliness. She was holding a flashlight and a can of soup.

She was clearly taken aback by the unexpected encounter. "Oh my goodness! I didn't expect to find anyone else down here," she said, her voice a blend of shock and relief.