On returning to the bunker I asked everyone to meet me in the dining room:
We had a very frank and open discussion over what our options were now. Beryl and Basinite kept their emotions in check, for which I was thankful, I felt that one tear from either of them would tip me down a slope from which I could never recover.
Dad was stoic, he had suffered losses before, but I’m sure he had the same questions roaming around his head that I did, could we have done anything differently? More quickly? But we were working on a schedule, one whose deadline wasn’t even that close, the quads had 6 months before they would turn into teens even, sorry, would have had.
We couldn’t have had them roaming around in here while the building work was in progress, it just wouldn’t have been safe.
Any way, I doubt these questions will ever leave my mind, but I needed to try and focus on our plan of action now.
Beryl: Dad, Basinite and I have enough seeds to get a garden going under here, as long as we can provide enough light, I think the plants would grow OK.
Basinite: I agree with Beryl, we can rig up another watering and fertiliser station down here to help us keep the plants as healthy as possible.
Chase: I think we have enough resources down here to finish everything off, even to a pretty decent standard. I’m glad Sister Katherine sent her box of tricks with us, we should have everything we need to survive, minus food, which it looks like the girls are on top of.
Hayden: We have books on most of the skills we will need to get this bunker fitted out and maintained. The only thing I am worried about is air, I was thinking we would need some kind of oxygen supply and for that we will have to risk heading up to the surface to install it, but I think we should be OK, as long as we are quick.
Bernie and Boston both looked shell shocked, I don’t think either of them were looking forwards to the amount of work that was about to be heaped upon them.
Zed: We can take naps on the sofa’s in the living space until we have more permanent sleeping arrangements sorted out.
Dad looked pointedly at Basinite and Beryl and then back to me as he said this.
I had to face it, I needed one of my girls to become a mother. I had lost four children, was I going to be forced to watch another one die, just so that I could continue the Arrington Legacy. It was a talk I would need to have with Dad.
We adjourned the meeting with specific tasks set out for everyone, Beryl and Basinite would be in charge of getting a vegetable garden set up, the boys would look at installing an air supply and filtration system, and Dad and I would think about how to best plan the rest of the layout for the bunker, it would give us ample time to talk, about everything.