He needs medicine for his sick child—vodka for his sad wife. Even though the stores and pharmacies were all looted years ago, he leaves the bunker and tries to find what his family needs—what they’ll die without. Before the world ended, Eric knew what everybody in town knew—that the Germans had come to Unionville, Missouri around 1970—bought farmland and local businesses—wore fancy shoes and fedoras with feathers in the bands. They built an underground bunker in preparation for the end of the world—stocked it with freeze-dried food and board games—an air filtration system, a generator and a deep water well. People laughed even back then, during the Cold War—laughed as the bunker sat unused—a strange waste of money and time. But what Eric didn’t know—what nobody knew—was how right the Germans would turn out to be.