Ted’s eyes darted. Water? Rifle? Radio? He grabbed the —their only link to a world that was currently evaporating. He shoved Timmy and Mary Jane down the ladder. Dolores was already below, her face a mask of terror. 10 seconds.
Ted looked at the meager pile of supplies in the corner. Four cans of soup. A radio. A mask. One bottle of water. He looked at his family. He had saved them from the fire, but now the real game of survival—the long, hungry wait in the dark—had just begun. File: 60.Seconds.v1.4.zip ...
He hit the cold concrete of the fallout shelter just as the blast wave roared overhead, the heavy iron hatch slamming shut with a final, metallic thud . Ted’s eyes darted
He lunged for the kitchen. He needed soup. He scooped up four cans, their tin cold against his sweaty palms. Next, a map —can’t navigate the wasteland without one. He kicked a chair aside, grabbing the First Aid kit and a Boy Scout handbook . "Move it!" he yelled as Timmy scrambled toward the hatch. Dolores was already below, her face a mask of terror