Robert Hummel owned a business that built fallout shelters all around the world. And he had managed to make a fortune in doing so. His company decided to branch out and convert a 1960s abandon missile silo complex, into a very luxury condo nuclear bunker, built for the ultra-rich. He ended up selling each one for several million dollars. No money was spared in building his ultra-luxury complex.

A year after finishing and selling all the condos. it suddenly had looked like World War III was about to seriously break out. So all the rich owners fled to the safety of the fallout shelter to selfishly save themselves. Once they were safely inside, the blast doors then automatically closed. They physically couldn’t be opened back up again for five-long years.

In the beginning, it was like an extended vacation for all the residents locked up inside. Life was really good, but that did not last. Over time, it felt like the walls were closing in all around on them. Slowly as time marched on for five long grueling years, it began to feel like an eternity to be forced to be locked up. And things began going really horribly wrong. And what was to come, couldn’t be stopped. It was much too late for that now.

About a year or so in, people started to die for various different reasons. Some it was self-inflicted, some not by choice. The dynamics of being trapped inside for that long, unable to get out, weighed extremely heavy on each one of them. Its effects manifested differently in each of them, their mental states. It began crushing their souls. Rotting them from the inside out. At this point, it was now survival of the fittest.

If that wasn’t bad enough, the food had started running out much too early. Then, starvation started setting in. It was at this point that the true madness had broken out amongst all of them. Humanity broke down.

There were 78 residents in the beginning. The question was, were any of them actually going to be able to survive until the blast doors were slated to open up once more?

With each day, humanity broke down just a bit more. They either would all end up starving to death, or perhaps killing one another. The people that they were when they fled to the safety of the shelter were forever changed by their extended stay in what they began to realize was their own private hell! Karma has a funny way of rearing its ugly head.