“We have to do this.” stated the Marine Captain to himself as he sat behind his desk in the command center of the underground bunker he had command of.
The bunker located in the Rocky Mountains had been built during the cold war like so many others to survive a nuclear exchange between the USA and the USSR but now it was containing likely one of the last group of humans on Earth. He looked toward a map on the wall, which showed the US mainland which had multiple pins which showed bunkers he knew had sent their final SOS message before being overwhelmed by the furriers which now ruled the surface world.
The last broadcast of Command before his bunker went offline was informing all surviving bunkers to cut all communication with each other since the furries were using it to find them. That, however, was just over four years ago, four years with no contact from any humans outside of the 210 people who was under his command. Their only view on the outside world was a security camera hidden by the bunker entrees in what looked to be an old mine tunnel. They have had other camera outside of that single camera but those had been found and destroyed by furries in the past but so far no furry had appeared at the bunker main entries. No furry had threatened them.
Time however was their enemy, he had 210 mouths to feed and his supplies where down to less then a year and that was with limiting the use of supplies. They had a green house, and their water was good but the green house wasn’t large enough to supply everyone. That was only focusing on food, there was also other supplies which where down to low at best if not totally out.
If there was one thing everyone was running out of more than their supplies, it was hope. When they had retreated to his bunker, his 40 marines and 140 civilians where just happy to be somewhere safe from the mass of transformed furry people, over that time 30 babies had been born, those where babies who had never seen the sun or felt the cool wind of their bodies. They had entered the bunker hoping larger bunkers full of better scientists, more resources and overall just better would find a cure. They had all heard stories about research ships going out to sea to avoid the furries which seemed limited to land and sky and they all knew about the other bunkers. Their bunker had been an afterthought, one to fill with mostly civilians and a couple of researchers so that they didn’t put all their eggs in one basket.
However after 5 years they had heard nothing.
Now they had a chance, a chance but it involved transforming a small group or even just one person into furries and sending them across an infected nation to get a blood sample from hopefully a first generation furry in New York. With that sample the researchers said they could make a cure.
There was no choice, they had to send someone out.
“Sir they are ready.” said an aid as the Marine Captain stood up and headed to an elevator which took him up to the top level of the bunker.
That level was divided into three rooms, each with a large door between them. The first one he passed, the last one if one was coming in was the thickest making up the main blast door. Two machine guns had been placed there the crews ready in case anything came at them from down the hallway. That hallway lead to another door which was thinner but still very thick and led to a room full of showers and small isolation areas. It was designed to shower off any radiation which one could get on them when they went outside after a nuclear war. It would work good for their designs, for in there the team which was going out was waiting for him along with the researcher explaining everything. The last door, the door leading out of that room was the door leading out of the bunker and hadn’t been opened in five years.
Today it would be opened.