Fork in the Road

It's safe underground, but I'm hungry. It should be July 25th. What the hell are those things outside? I swear I saw a dragon's claws tearing the sky apart, and then many of its minions pouring out. When people are in a state of panic, they can't remember things well, and that's how I was a few days ago. I still feel like I can't describe those things. But now, my hunger is beating out my fear. It's like I'm standing at a fork in the road, leading to dual dead ends. Staying here is choosing hunger, and leaving the bunker is choosing fear.