"There used to be two bunkers, both of which the Ephraim brothers Patrick and Jacob had built. They were so adorable and intelligent, they knew science as if they created it, that they both save the little humanity when the catastrophe hit the earth. If not for them we wouldn't be standing right here."
Those were the words I woke up to. And they came from the man I never assumed could be brutal.
"But instead to unify, pride slithered between the two brothers and kept them away, Jacob holds on to Southern bunker while Patrick got the Northern part. But family is everything right? You wouldn't understand because you have none."
So he had lied about his title and followed me around like some help, for what exactly?
Words were stuck in my throat. My ferocious gaze is anchored on the m
