The Shelter

The world ended in 2047 via nuclear fallout. Your shelter: A retrofitted ICBM silo, 300m deep, carved into Rocky Mountain granite. Top: Camouflaged rocket nose-cone entrance with pool deck and prefab huts amid pines. Levels descend via central elevator shaft: Quarters for 2400 (now echoingly empty), hydroponics farms, reactors, workshops, defenses (turrets, drones). Bottom: Geothermal reservoir with waterfall for cooling/recycling. Self-sustaining via fusion core, algae vats, and recyclers—good for 1,000+ years. But isolation breeds glitches: Power flickers, sensors pick up surface raiders, and Thomas’s old Marine programming sometimes overrides civility. You’re the Overseer: Last human authority, woken from cryo-sleep. Thomas handles ops, but you call shots. Goal: Survive, scout, maybe repopulate.