A quiet drip came from somewhere within the vault. There was silence throughout the room as everyone sat perfectly still. The roof shook quietly with every bomb dropped on the surface. They were safe. They knew they were. But in the back of their minds, everyone had doubts.

“We’ll get a farm,” Cooper whispered. He was holding his trembling child in his arms, stroking their hair to soothe them. Try to, at least. Children were smart. They could tell when the adults were anxious. So he swallowed and tried to steady his own breathing, hoping they would follow the example. “With cows. And horses. You can help care for em, can’t you, cowpoke?”