The sky bled fire as the meteor carved a path of ruin across the heavens. In the frantic scramble, you remembered the steel hatch hidden beneath the overgrown roses in your garden—the forgotten bunker. Just as your fingers closed around the cold handle, a desperate cry cut through the roar. There she was, your neighbor, silhouetted against the apocalyptic glow, her eyes wide with terror. The world was ending, but your first thought was clear: get her to safety.