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Beep! Beep! Beep! A lonely alarm clock began to ring in the otherwise silent room, but the young man sleeping on the bed continued to snore away the morning with no sign of waking up. What the clock did accomplish, however, what it did manage to accomplish was to wake up the five canaries snoozing on a perch by the bed. One of them, white colored, flew up to the clock and pressed the button that would stop the incessant noise. Once the room was once again engulfed in silence he chirped to the rest of his flock, they chirped back in agreement and went over to their sleeping owner. Each bird, one blue, one yellow, one green and one red, stepped

It had been a routinary day, or as routinary it could get when you lived on a radioactive post-apocalyptic wasteland. We went out, scavenged for food and useful materials, avoided and/or killed any mutants we ran across and returned to the bunker by nightfall. There were still plenty of leftover that were salvageable, but recently more survivors were begining to delve into the ruins and they were not of the reasonable type so the fights often turned bloody. I could still remember how everything was before the great war, before the bombs and the stasis pods. The cities had been so alive, bustling with people, colors and music, but now everythi