It's felt like years in this basement, I can't remember the last time I've seen the outside world. My mother went outside to look for refuge, but that was the last time I saw her. I've been gathering the equipment to explore what ever is left to see. I'm still not sure what happened that day, the day we hid in the basement. I'm still hesitant to go outside though because I've heard some sounds out there, like Russian soldiers, screeching of an animal of some sort, and even a man crying out for help. Something has been watching me through the vent, I almost shot it with my Glock 17 I found in a safe down here. I think I'm going to head to sleep again, hope I survive this night...