In the nuclear winter, my wife was about to give birth, and the supply box I picked up only contained expired painkillers.
Until my tank hit the alloy plate under the snow - the entire military shelter woke up to the sound of sirens.
What is frozen under the ice is not dead people, but power armor with full energy, armed drones that can still be activated, and a complete set of backup gene banks for the human fire project.
My wife asked me what level of shelter this was.
I held my daughter in my arms and looked at the array of mechanical sentries in the snowstorm:
"Enough for your mother to walk sideways in the wasteland."
