"For the world is hollow and I have touched the sky." Abby mutters as another person is brought into the hospital wing. Quick glance told her it was the standard combination of neither enough air or food. They were all dying. This bunker after months of the clans refusing to work together had finally become their home. They felt safe and protected. Then the hatch won't open and the safe place became their permanent prison. A year past which was to be their release, the air scrubbers failing, food supplies twiddling Abby wonders if she'll ever see the sky again.