I’d been in this bunker thirty-four years when it happened. thirty-four long boring years of canned beans and corned meat.
The reason? Well, you know the story, with the Cold War never ceasing, losing in Vietnam and the threat of nuclear obliteration. Besides, there was the whole immorality and women’s rights thing tearing away at the fabric of society’s seams. I couldn’t believe it, right before I turned my back on the world, I was driving about town and stopped at the lights - suddenly a woman is sticking her head in the passenger side window blathering on about “wanting a piece of her”, before backing up and lifting her skirt, exposing the fact she had no underwear. In 1975! I’d never heard of such a thing.
I came straight home, rubbing my crucifix vigorously. I said some quick goodbyes and locked myself in the bomb shelter I’d built below my parents house, having inherited the place jointly with my sister a few years prior. It wasn’t long before the aliens invaded. My sister radioed the news flash down to me on the 2-way, cementing my resolve to never resurface. Not two days later she radioed down to me again, telling me they were coming, that she would be killed like everyone else up there. She begged me to let her in, but I couldn’t. There was no way I was going to open up and risk being seen by aliens or infected by some kind of alien virus. Better one of us die than both.
Of course, thirty years passed slowly at first in quiet and isolation, though eventually memories began to blur without the obvious time division of sunlight. Then, when I felt enough time had passed for the aliens to have moved on and any airborne alien pathogens to have died out, I decided to poke my head out and take a look around, see how the world had changed. To my surprise I found my sister and her husband sitting in the lounge room watching television. They looked at me, their faces mirroring my own shock, before my sister ran from the room. I wasn’t sure what was going on until an alien appeared from the room my sister went into. “RETURN FROM WHERE YOU CAME,” it yelled, in some strange dialect which I managed to understand. “This’ll never work,” my brother-in-law was muttering. It was too late to save him. I ran back to the safety of my bunker and this is where I remain.