A little less than one hundred years ago, when disaster, looking for a place to happen, settled down upon the Earth, MAJ. DONALD WEST, a scientist/soldier of much consequence, took his family and a small community of other scientists and their families down into the bowels of the Earth and into a survival shelter he had prepared for such an occasion.562Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnWgbo8MvJr
There, they waited for the day the Earth could once more become habitable. While they waited, with limited tools and equipment they managed to survive and plan and prepare for the future. As their families grew and the elders passed on completing their normal life span, time continued to pass.
The survivors were not without their own limitations nor were illness and disease strangers to them. Their lot dwindled in number. Their heirs picked up where they left off and though the number grew smaller, the hopes for tomorrow grew larger each and every day. Then the time came. Don West, the elder of the survivors, and their leader proclaimed it was time for some of the younger members to go forth and begin again.
The young man chosen to head the expedition was the great, great grandson of the man who had brought them here, and so it was fitting that his namesake be the man to lead them out.
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