Deep in the abandoned tunnels a lonely figure stirred. Unwrapping herself from the tattered space blanket in which she had slept, she stood up under the flickering florescent. How much longer could she search for food today and, if she ever found some, could she find her way back to the fallout shelter where her family waited? The big brown barrels marked CD were now almost empty...not surprising after forty years, although there were originally only six people using supplies meant for a thousand...and her parents and younger brother were depending upon her.