PART 3 OF 312:5030 OCT 2026

Day 377: I Went Back to the Nuclear Bunker With My Dog (Part 3)

Day 377. Two o'clock in the morning. Somewhere under a hill of broken concrete, twenty people are running out of water. Between you and them are forty meters of rubble and one old pipe, no wider than your finger. And the only one who can fit through it weighs twenty grams.