BE PREPARED!

Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb Shelter in my Basement

February 10th, 1995

I think the dosimeter is getting faulty readings. I calculated the half life a thousand times, graphed it, and I keep getting the same number: 1,935 days. If that’s right, I might be able to spend an hour outside in 5 years, which is obviously impossible. Maybe the Geiger counter will get an actual reading. I just have to risk opening the door.

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