Tang Tang easily opened the big iron gate. There was a vertical passage below, one so deep that the bottom couldn't be seen.
"Uncle, you first. I'm afraid of the dark..."
Tang Tang wasn't afraid of anything but the dark.
"Your father dug this up, how could it be dangerous?
"Look at how terrified you are..."
Wang Ran shook his head and sat at the dark entrance.
There was a long ladder that extended all the way down.
Wang Ran slowly climbed down and took out a flashlight.
It was indeed quite deep.
Tang Tang's father said that it could withstand missiles. It really seemed possible.
It was said that the Americans built basements to shelter themselves from Russian missiles.
Many of these basements were quickly used by the Americans to shelter themselves from the zombies, to good effect.
Wang Ran slowly climbed down, and Tang Tang followed.
Tang Tang was wearing a short skirt today.