We've been down here for weeks now... we have enough food to last us for years they said, but who who wants to live down here for the rest of their lives, eating dehydrated, flavorless slop, and for what?  The vague hope that we won't be cooked alive by radiation when we leave or frozen in a nuclear winter?  And they have us working on some secret project and they won't even tell us what it is!

I haven't slept in days.  Started using some of the chems we keep down here... I don't want to go to sleep.  I keep seeing my family out there... burning... screaming... God, why did I have to survive?  Tomorrow is Sally's birthday... they're making a cake (somewhat insane laugh) When they call lights out tonight... I'm going to poison it.  (whispering) They'll thank me on the other side.

No!  Stop!  Don't eat it!  (pause) What have I done?  What have I done??  I'm alone... now... and for what?