Finished Shelter

David was looking at a dug-out cement driveway on the northern shore of Montreal's banks in a wooded part of the quiet burgs. A single road reached out from that driveway, serpentining across the woods until it reached a nearby highway.

His shelter was finally done.

David smiled while walking along the road toward the enormous steel doors that led inside the shelter.

'It took a while, but it's finally done. Now, we can start getting people in who know what is coming. And when the time is right, we can get as many as possible here to stay safe.'

He stopped at the steel doors, looking up at a camera before the doors started grinding open.

When he first conceived the plans, he wanted to have the shelter manned by at least ten guards, whose sole job would be to regulate who came in and who went out.