The day is 20^th of march 2025, I’ve been surviving on a box of dry vanilla biscuits and an old jug of water, for the last three years I’ve been living in an bomb shelter with nothing to eat but a mouth full of water and a crumb of a biscuit each day it’s been hard to survive since the thing came back I am tempted to go outside to scavenge for food, so I shall. I slowly creek the big steel rusty door open it clicks then opens all I see is an empty field of rocks then I look up! Can u see it, its back.