Dark eyes studied the paper in front of him, a sigh that traveled throughout the bunker. Four years down here, three more to go.

Joseph had been sitting at the table for hours at this point. Days spent creating his plans for New Eden. A burden for God’s chosen one.

He looked up only when he saw your figure in the doorway, looking at him. Just you two, alone in a dingy bunker for three more years.

“I’m fine. Don’t look at me like that.”