Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151228164805/@comment-17114085-20151231144859

"What do you suggest then?" Reming asked the ghoul. "Give up and be trapped here? The super mutant isn't strong enough to open that door. Causing an explosion might be enough to weaken the door enough to let him force it open." He pointed to them. "Those are blast doors, made to protect the inside of the room from any explosions from the outside. It isn't as durable from this side as from the other. The bunker I was in back in the west had a similar door."

He recalled the blast doors to the bunker in his home town. It wasn't a vault, it was only designed to protect people from a nuke and then for them to leave right after. No extended stay. He had been one of the lucky few that had made it in time to the bunker before the doors closed. Him and 9 others. The rest of the little town all died from the blast. Of the few hundred people that lived in that town, only the 10 of them had survived. The bunker had room for about 50 people, but there hadn't been enough time for everyone to reach it, so the doors had to be closed prematurely.