I had partied pretty hard before finally ceasing awareness in my somewhat used up bed. The party was great though, a costume party with plenty of beautiful girls in fantastically sexy outfits. Too many beers, too many cigars. Long serious talks deep into the night. Then I slept, and the dreams were bad, disturbing. I remember something about a gigantic industrial farm combine crashing into my home, it was modified into a killing machine. Suddenly I'm nearly rocked out of bed by the sound of an explosion of lighting or perhaps a bomb, the room filled with gray purple light, there was a weird storm going on out there. A few more bursts of the chaos got me scared, what the fuck was going on? I decided to head out to my bomb shelter, I first went into the kitchen to grab that bag of walnuts, and a couple of Pepsi's from the refrigerator, I held the big walnut sack under one arm while with the same arm and I held the sodas against my chest with the other arm so I could have a free hand to open the door. I ran for the bomb shelter over the wet grass. The air outside smelled like a chem lab. An electric feeling, like a tangible fear charge. The hard gusts of wind push me back and forth. The bag of walnuts flapping hard against me as I fumbled for the keys to the bomb shelter. Soaked to the bone in the cold rain, struggling to get the key in the lock, the wind snatched the plastic bag of walnuts from under my arm like a greedy hand. The bag spirals high and low in the wind as it makes it over the fence into the neighbor's yard. Among the mean dog that you are sure means to kill the moment it gets a chance. I got the shelter door open and you close it behind you as you fumble in the dark for your lighter. I put the soda down to make the process easier. I quickly decided to start boarding up the shelter so no one else can use it to survive. I am not going share my two sodas and can of soup with the outside world, fuck em! They didn't put up bomb shelters in they're backyards. I keep plywood and tools in here so I barricaded the place up well. The hard work made me hungry and tired, so I sit on the cot and turn the lamplight low. The harsh sounds of the storm raging outside the walls, but safe in here, a little cool but I keep a couple blankets down here too. Good thing I did, it's always best to be ready, This ain't enough stuff to live awhile in that shelter, I warned myself. I opened the door and the wind made a greedy grab at it, I fought the door back closed and weaved the way back to the house. Soon as I make it inside it started to rain hard, a blackish rain that hisses when it hits the windows, it doesn't look good.