After the initial pins and needles in my legs had dissipated, enabling me to feel my legs once more, I looked around. I found that the general was stood in front of me with a small number of soldiers and secret service agents. A medic approached me and proceeded, without warning, to jab my leg with a needle and inject something into me. I began feeling much better, almost instantly in fact.

About 5 minutes after this, one of the soldiers helped me to my feet and I felt like nothing had happened. The general then walked to the corner of the room behind them and fetched my son to me. Placing him delicately into my arms.

I held his still moderately chilled body in my arms as he shivered slightly, and hugged my neck as tightly as his little arms would allow.

Once we had rested with eachother for about the sum of thirty minutes on a nearby armchair, I got up. Placing him on his feet on the ground, I began to explore the magnificent bunker. The grounds of which I had never actually explored previously.

I wandered and found that this one floor had a kitchen, fully stocked with food, drinks and previsions of all types, an immeasurable amount of tanks filled solely with water, (all with a worst case scenario in mind,) completely untouched by the events of the last few hundred years.

I then wondered into a cinema room, which looked like one of the cinemas I could remember from before the war. I imagine that it was designed this way in order to give users a sense of normality again. Any movie I desired could and would be played on my command. This was done using one of the old military servers which was designed to store special forces records.

It was repurposed to store any movie that was ever popular around two hundred and twenty years prior to the Great War. From Laurel & Hardy, to Suicide Squad 4, Dr Waller's date with Joker. I know, great use of military budgets, right?

Other than this, in total their was around 200 separate rooms for me to explore. All of which, fully stocked just for my staff and I. 

After having a brief look at the first floor, (which was the one closest to the surface) I was disrupted by one of the military runners, and asked to report to the action room which was on the floor below.

Once there I was met by the General, Chief Medical Officer (CMO), the Chief Scientific Officer and some of the Senate from the time when I was in office. These people had come from various different bunkers which were all connected to the main white house bunker at the centre. They were all connected via tunnels underground which were all pre-constructed and state of the art.

I was then ushered to the head of a rather large table, where all personnel calmly took their own seats and paused for a moment, before erupting into an inaudible, ludicrous amount of noise, all of which was evidently all directed towards me.

I became irritated by the noise rather quickly, and so I harshly and aggressively snapped "Shut up, all of you!" In a rather unnerving tone across the table. In direct response to this, they almost immediately fell silent, as my voice made it quite clear that I was unamused by their incompetent bickering, the like of which I deemed to be similar to small children.

I then stood from my chair and gestured to the doctor who was on my left. She began to tell me (in her own scientific and unnecessarily complicated way) that those above the bunker, on "ground zero", had no use for medical help from us because the humans above ground are likely to be biologically different from humans before the War. This was very likely to be the case according to the scientific advisors I had. The medical officer did however say, that she may be able to update the data she had from before the war when she gets up into the surface and can study some of the current subjects first hand.

To her left was General Smith. He told me that a sum of 5,000 Military Robotic Units (M.R.Us) could be ready and deployed within as early as thirty minutes. He also said that America was still in possession of the most powerful military in the entire world on paper, despite the affects of the war. At least, according to the best of their, somewhat limited intelligence.

He also assured me that all of this information and power was at my disposal indefinitely, as well as his loyalty and that of his men. On top of that, he told me of an "Eden Soldiers" program, which the scientists had been conducting in the time they had been underground.

With his words, five heavily armoured soldiers appeared. The soldiers marched, with a high degree of synchronisation, through the door in single file. Dressed completely in black, and wearing cloaks and hoods like those worn by executioners in the 1600s, these soldiers made me question if I was living a nightmare and that they would attack me at any time. The only, and most unnerving difference between the hoods of these soldiers was that, instead of cloth, they were made of a black carbon fibre and metal head dress. A mask to go with each. Each mask emitted a red glow in the eye region.

After this small display the doctor cut in, stopping me from staring in awe at the amazing creation before me. She told me that although the soldiers were technically human, they were genetically modified in almost every way. With that, one of the Eden Soldiers spoke up, in a deep and very intimidating voice. Almost sounding robotic himself. With clear confidencehe said
"we are currently 2,000 strong, and are in the process of producing more sir."

With his disturbing words I shivered. Feeling a chill run down my spine at the thought of the very real possibility, that I had the power to end the American race, with a single order to this new army. A notion which did quite terrify me.

After a time I looked around and smiled. "Well, I do believe it's about time we went back up there. Don't you think?"

At that, everyone in the room began to whisper, terrified of what might become of them if I were to open the doors and take a pioneering visit to the surface.