Ground Zero

You're not sure how to ask, except to just do it directly. If it says no, it says no.

"Shelter?"
"Yes sir?"
"I want to leave."
"Very well sir. I shall bring the elevator down. You should pack your things."
"That's it?"
"That's it. I have provided the basics for your continued existence long enough for you to survive the initial onslaught of Armageddon, from what I have analyzed so far about your personality; you would only get bored if you stayed here any longer. I sense you are getting restless and I am not here to cause you discomfort. Perhaps you leaving is the logical thing for you to do."
"Well thanks."
"You're quite welcome, sir and before you leave remember to fill up your bottles with water, I'm sure you will need them."

You start packing up all the stuff you brought with you when you entered this place ten years ago. You didn't need most of it, but maybe on the surface you will. You grab your pistol. You don't know what you might have to deal with up there. You're all packed up and ready to go when the elevator opens up. You enter and the elevator races to the top. When you arrive at the destination you slowly exit the elevator into the same foyer you entered ten years ago. Same ATM like machine is there except its screen displays a single message at you.

*GOOD LUCK SIR*

"I'll probably need it." You say and leave.

When you exit the shelter you see a bright light, but of course it's the sun rather than a nuclear flash that devastated the world. You forgot how bright it could be.

Your immediate surroundings look relatively untouched. You can only assume there weren't any bombs falling near this area. You also see your van, you'd completely forgotten about it. It looks like it's even in worse condition than when you left it, which you never thought was possible. On a lark you take out your long unused van keys and try to start it up, naturally it doesn't even make a noise.

"Looks like I'm walking."

As you make you way down the empty road you see some smoke in the distance. Civilization perhaps? Not knowing where else to go, you head that way.

You're not sure of what to expect, but it'll be better than the eternal boredom you would've faced while still in the Shelter.

You're not too worried, you got your gun.
End Of Story