This story was written when I was at High School. I was always thinking of making a sequel but never got round to it. It appears that a lot of it is missing. I shall put the end into it when I find it.

Post Apocalypse:

Underground

By Gary Pryke

"The war rages on. I have heard it shall be the end of the war soon as the Americans are apparently planning the final battle against us. I still don't know why this war started and none of my friends know either. These underground shelters should protect us though. Some of my other friends are pilots and soldiers and I fear that they shall soon die. If I survive, I shall be very, very surprised."

The Diary Of Jake Smith

Entry - 20/1/2042

DATE: 29/1/2042 TIME: 10AM Aprox. LOCATION: London

The noise shook Jake from his troubled sleep. Rubbing his eyes he got up. Sweat was running down his forehead. Some dream, he thought as he looked round. It looked like an old air raid shelter.

"Where am I?" he asked.

"You're safe," said the woman dressed in a nurses uniform sitting next to his bed "we had to take you out of hospital when the bombs started falling."

Jake started to remember what had recently happened.

He had been working on a broken coffee machine (he was a repair) when for some strange reason it exploded making tons of pieces of shrapnel slice through him and leaving hot coffee pouring down into his wounds.

He had been very lucky, said the doctors, to have become unconcsious at around the moment that the pain would really begin to set in.

He must have been asleep as the bombs started to fall and so the doctors and nurses must have pulled the bed he was on into the shelter.

The shelter. Of course, he thought, there had been talk of it on the news. A top-secret network of underground rooms that they were preparing to use to house the survivors of what they said would probably otherwise be the total destruction of England.

The network was powered by a high-tech greenhouse of around a square mile. Sunlight was produced by the Sun as usual and it would shine through the glass and shine onto plants to produce air, and the solar panels to produce light carried to the rest of the network by fibre optics. Apparently water was supplied to the plants in someway by making the heating work in someway. Fruit and vegetables could also be produced by the plants for food.

For meat the scientists using genetics created an amalgamation of animals that bred as fast as rabbits, were the size of horses, were as ugly as warthogs, and had the intelligence of a chicken. These were kept in a separate section of the greenhouse so to not contaminate the plant life.

"Welcome to your new home", said the nurse.

Skrack woke from the deep sleep. He looked around to see who had turned off the cryogenics compartments. He was to say the least surprised to see that his Jonxtibow starfighter had a huge bit bitten out of it. He looked around for the rest of his crew.

Tigstamp, Kryackack and Ekyrp were just waking up and when they saw the damage caused, Skrack told them what to do.

"Right", he said, "I am fed up of these bloody humans. I mean, I know we came in peace originally but every time they feel like it, they take a pot shot at us."

"I'd noticed." Said Kryackack.

"And this is why I want you, Kryackack, to search sensors for the nearest human life, while Tigstamp collects the weapons and Ekyrp brings the equipment. This time we'll strike back."

Jake went to look at the greenhouse. It was exactly the way he thought it would look. It was the kind of place that you could only see in history books.

Let's hope it doesn't go to the way of the original forests, he thought. And that was exactly what it looked like in the greenhouse, a massive forest.

He went and climbed up one of the trees and looked through the glass roof.

It must have been pretty thick, he thought, at least we all feel safe here.

Half an hour later while Jake was just sitting in the tree and thinking he heard a strange grinding noise. He went to see where it was coming from. It seemed to be coming from the ground.

As he was, the ground started to pull apart underneath him and he jumped to safety.

Something shiny was pulling itself up through the ground. It was a shiny bluew colour and seemed to have claws along its side. As it came out of the ground, Jake thought it would be best if he hid in a tree.