This is a story I am writing, no, it has not been edited, nor read by me

Fallout~??
Before they raid our minds.


His beady, green eyes ran up and down a crack in the wall, a few muttered sentences escaping his paled lips as he did so. ??His thicket of blonde hair stuck out in odd places, as far as he reached toward what they called 'fashion'. He squinted his eyes tightly, deep in thought about something he didn't even know. Jerry snapped his head to the left as he heard a small tapping sound. Not finding the source, he went back to his anything but useful state of day dreaming about something he couldn't work out...


The silvered walls shook slightly, proving the approaching bombs. Shaking his head, Jerry moaned loudly, thoughts evaded his mind, although the main, was if they were nuclear bombs. His left hand was resting upon a wooden bench, fingers playing across it in a slow tune, and his right clutched a gas mask he would need. ??As he started to stand, the door opened. An old women shuffled in speaking in a rushed way, "We all most get into the vault, the bombs, they are not nuclear, but are still bombs all the same," her doe- brown eyes were wide in fear as she gestured Jerry to come with her.??


Obediently, he followed the women, occasionally glancing back at the room he had lived in for the past few weeks. Jerry scratched his small stubble of a beard as he tagged behind, taking long but slow strides. "The vault?" he asked in a somewhat strangled voice. The only reply he received was a nod of the head from the old women whom shuffled ahead quickly. If you listened carefully, you could hear her faint humming, bouncing of the walls, the sound carrying ever so gently. A smile painted itself across Jerry's face as he listened, but quickly vanished ??as the vaults door came in to sight.??


Jerry, like many others, was claustrophobic. A large groan escaped his lips as the women typed in a special code, then held her palm to a sensor pad. The large, metal door flung open, revealing quite a large space. ??Up against the walls were bunks, each four separated into a small room, known as 'A Living Area,' each family were assigned one, some of them were ??setting up theirs, others already finished. He looked around with his beady eyes, some were just try