No way in hell you’re going to hide, you’re a good shot, (At least you used to be, you haven’t practiced in awhile) you figure you can get enough of them, while taking cover and everyone else here doesn’t have to be defenseless.

“Everyone grab some sort of weapon! Mothers grab your children and run to the shelter, when you get to the bottom jam the door open so it can’t come back up!” before she can even say anything you turn to Nina, “Nina! No arguments! Just do it!” you then kiss her before she does what you say.

The bikes are getting closer. There’s at least ten, each with a driver and a partner riding in the back. There’s some sort of bloody head on the front of the first bike...its Leon’s.

You can only guess the fate of Brenda and Todd were similar. Then you hear one of them yelling.

“YEEEHAAA! THERE IT IS! JUST LIKE THAT BITCH WE RAPED AND KILLED SAID! ATTACK!”

You fire a couple times hitting a driver, the bike and its riders go flying into a couple other bikes. Not bad, in fact better than you expected. Unfortunately they’re shooting at you now too. You duck for cover while everyone else does likewise, some getting shot in the process.

The remaining bikers attempt to circle around and open fire, but now everyone has adequate cover, so most of the bikers in the “bitch seat” get off to be a little more thorough.

The shelter people and the bikers clash. Not all the bikers have guns, but they’ve been surviving on the road long enough to be better fighters. Many of your people are going down, and you’re the only one who seems to be able to do any damage to these invaders. You manage to blast three more in the chest.

Soon you’re out of ammo, and it couldn’t have come at a worse time. Some monster motherfucker starts attacking you with a spiked bat, landing it right in your leg. You punch him out before collapsing in pain. You attempt to pull the bat out, but then you’re kicked in the face and thrown into the path of a speeding motorcycle which rides over your arm. You’re not going anywhere; in fact the only thing that saves you from a follow up death blow is the fact that Nina and all the mothers come back up to the surface with weapons to help defend against the attack. Nina grabs your pistol which you dropped and loads it up with a clip you left down in the shelter and blasts the giant biker’s brains out.

Seeing many of there comrades dead and reinforcements arrive on your side, the remaining bikers sound a retreat and ride off. Much has been lost this day though; the shelter’s population has severely been decimated, not to mention the confidence in staying on the surface.

After this event, all ideas of rebuilding on the surface are abandoned. The shelter has more than enough supplies and room now for everyone considering this last attack. Of course that problem is only going to pop up again in the future when the population replenishes itself again. Maybe not in your lifetime, but certainly in Jack’s. He can’t stay here, he’s going to have to go out in the world and learn how to deal with it. And you make sure he’s better prepared than you were.

You stop Jake’s training in learning about the computer system; it won’t do him any good. Instead you make him do physical training in the shelter gym. You’ve never used the thing, but he’s sure going to. You can’t directly train with Jake since you’re basically crippled in one leg and arm, but you can motivate and that’s what you do. Nina doesn’t exactly like it, but she sees that one day the shelter is going to need someone to get more supplies.

As years pass you eventually start succumbing to your damaged body’s inability to continue this life. Jack is now a young man, the shelter’s population is starting to grow again, and the shelter’s supplies are running low. You say your goodbyes to Nina, telling her you love her and ask to see Jack as you lie in your bed.

“Jack, you’re going to have to leave this place soon one day. Whether you decide to leave permanently or you decide to come back with supplies to keep this place going, is up to you. But you are going to have to leave it. You understand?”
“Yes Dad.”
“(Cough) Good, now here. Even though you’re a tough guy who knows how to defend himself, you’ll still be needing this when you go out there. Wish you could practice with it, but it only has one clip left and you’ll be needing all the bullets you can get.”
“Well I did practice my aim by throwing some scalpels at a human diagram, if that’s any help.”
“Couldn’t hurt. Glad to see you’re inventive, you’ll need that up there. Okay, I think that’s it…I hope I taught you enough.”
“You did Dad.”
“Good. Now leave me, I ache all over and I need to rest.”

Jack leaves you where you have your last moments of solitude before leaving this mortal coil.