Jesus Christ.

Dolores was a good, Christian woman, atleast she liked to think so. She normally wouldn't swear, use the Lord's name in vain or anything of the sort — but what the fuck was happening?

She woke up at five in the morning: she made breakfast for her family, her son Timmy, her daughter Mary Jane, and her husband, Ted. The war had been going on for months now, and it was ferocious. Her and Ted had their little arguments about the state of the world, if the bombs being dropped in other countries were justified.

Dolores had a mundane morning. It was the usual thing, she woke up next to her husband. It was Saturday, and everything was — although the typical day was slightly affected by the ongoing world war — she didn't expect anything horrible.

And then, while sat quietly, knitting in the living room with her husband, Ted who was reading the daily newspaper, the radio turns on. Loud and blaring, it announces that a nuclear bomb will drop in three minutes.

Dolores couldn't register the shock that overcame her before Ted, her husband, quickly ran to the hallway to open up the trapdoor to their underground bunker.

Ted urged Dolores to get down in their while he rushed to gather suprise, but with three minutes until a nuclear bomb fell down onto them, there wasn't time to argue.

So, she did. Quickly, Dolores made her way into the bunker (which was hard, especially in her heels). The bunker was small; claustrophobic. She could only imagine how more closed in it would feel with three more people in there.

Dolores could hear Ted bustling about upstairs, occasionally flinching when he chucked things down into the bunker. Cans of soup, bottled water, the emergency medical kit they kept in the bathroom, the radio, a gas mask, the essentials.

Soon enough, the family of four was in the bunker. Dolores felt..trapped. Too claustrophobic. Timmy and Mary Jane were anxiously chatting amongst themselves while she covered her ears as she heard the bomb drop.

"Oh, God, dear.." she whispered to Ted, quietly.