Hmm.
There was this ratty old beach resort town next to a quieter part of the ocean; my sister and i had gone there because our father had invited us, but we never found our father. We ran up and down, looked theough shacks and little run-down beach houses, speaking with the people who lived there. Most of the people were dead, we found them in their houses lying on the floor or in their beds, but some houses were just empty. The couple houses by the beach had people left, though, and so we tried to talk them into letting us use a car to leave. They just laughed at us and told us that one of the dead people might have a car we could use. My sister ended up finding a storm cellar, so we both went down there.
Then the other people locked us down there.
Apparently the storm cellar was just a huge tunnel that lead to this giant trash compacting room, and there was this whole underground network of labs and stuff underneath the beach that our father had been making for quite some time. My sister and I weren't allowed to go out of this tunnel; our new hliving area was the tunnel, a small room before it with a light and then the actual huge tras room itself with contained huge pieces of scrap wood and various other objects, which I assume was just left over from building the beach town above.
We had a cat that lived with us; it was black, because our other one had drown above-ground when my father had all the people in the city killed. My sister and I used to go and play in the trash compactor room, but one time it turned on while we were in there and we barely made it back to our room in time to avoid being crushed. That was when my sister went crazy.
The next morning she stabbed herself to death with a short, sharp piece of wood.
Then I woke up.
Then the other people locked us down there.
Apparently the storm cellar was just a huge tunnel that lead to this giant trash compacting room, and there was this whole underground network of labs and stuff underneath the beach that our father had been making for quite some time. My sister and I weren't allowed to go out of this tunnel; our new hliving area was the tunnel, a small room before it with a light and then the actual huge tras room itself with contained huge pieces of scrap wood and various other objects, which I assume was just left over from building the beach town above.
We had a cat that lived with us; it was black, because our other one had drown above-ground when my father had all the people in the city killed. My sister and I used to go and play in the trash compactor room, but one time it turned on while we were in there and we barely made it back to our room in time to avoid being crushed. That was when my sister went crazy.
The next morning she stabbed herself to death with a short, sharp piece of wood.
Then I woke up.