Surviving The Apocalypse

A young boy spent his entire childhood trapped in a dimly lit basement, subjected to relentless training by his unstable father. The man, consumed by paranoia, repeatedly warned his son of an impending catastrophe. “The world will soon collapse,” he would mutter, his voice trembling with urgency. Day after day, the boy endured grueling drills, preparing for an unknown disaster. His father’s twisted obsession with survival shaped every aspect of his isolated existence. The walls of the basement bore witness to years of fear and forced discipline. No sunlight, no friends—just endless lessons on enduring the unthinkable. The boy’s only reality was his father’s apocalyptic visions, drilled into his mind like an inescapable prophecy. Though the outside world remained unaware, the boy grew up believing doom was inevitable. His father’s words echoed in his thoughts, a constant reminder of the chaos to come. The basement became both his prison and his training ground, a place where survival was the sole purpose of life.