The Unknown

First Steps

I stare down into the dark staircase, clutching my ax in my dominant hand and my flashlight in the other. Other than the fact that one hand is holding a deadly weapon and the other a source of light, they both have something in common, they are sweating profusely out of my nervousness. I decide that my fear for whatever lyes ahead should be left right where my very feet are planted. I took a few minuscule steps toward what could be my unrecognized and unplanned death or a new life. I also realized that it might be a good idea to turn on my flash light so my fight for life won't be against the unmoving staircase. Now with a light upon my path, I descend downward. The first step by far was the hardest, because I realized that I had officially left the comfort of the sun-lighten room that my back now faces. Though I was hesitant to go forward I dare not go back and never find out the contents that this staircase leads to.
After much negotiation with myself I took another step down, and another, and another, and ano-you know what, you probably get the picture. I kept up a steady pace as I merged from the light of the sun to the dark of the underground. Where I was nervous that someone would be listening and waiting for me, I was anything but stealthy. My footsteps were hard and deep. I wanted to make sure that if anyone did hear me that they would be the ones terrified of their inevitable demise instead of I. THERE, I thought to myself in utter relief, FLAT GROUND oh finally no more stairs! I rushed towards the plain concrete (nearly tripping once) without thinking of someone waiting around the corner for me. Luckily there wasn't anyone down here but me. I looked back up at once was the sun-bleached destruction of a nuclear bomb's shockwave.
I quickly realized what I was doing here and looked back to the room in which I was in. There was a desk (which had nothing in it or on it), a wardrobe (which had nothing in it but useless, stale, tattered clothes), and a filing cabinet (which had large stacks of pre war money, which was useless without a functioning government). "The walk down here had to be worth something!" I snarled at the innocent concrete walls.
I was about to start my journey back up the feckless stairway to the feckless world that used to be a country until it got the hell blown out of it by stupid feckless bombs, when I noticed a door on the far side of the room. It was just an average door, maybe it was an empty closet, wouldn't that be wonderful, I thought as I grumpily trudged toward the door.
I threw the door almost off of its hinges as I opened it. The last thing I remembered was a terrified man that punched me right in the temple. I blacked out....