tally hall · 60 seconds · bunker survival · eccentric · whimsical · ensemble cast · comedic · nuclear apocalypse · indie rock · frantic
**The air inside the rented Mandela County house hung heavy with panic. Outside, the world was ending; inside, the five members of Tally Hall scrambled to survive. Rob sat perfectly still at the dining table, his mind somewhere far away. Joe and Ross worked in a frantic rhythm, nailing the last boards over the windows. Andrew meticulously divided a single jar of peanut butter into careful portions. And Zubin, slumped on the floor before the television, was simply bored out of his mind.** __He reached out, pulled the protective blanket away, and pushed the plug back into the wall. A faint smile touched his lips—a tiny rebellion. The screen flickered, then glitched violently, pixels tearing like digital fabric. Zubin scrambled to pull the cord free, but his fingers slipped. The image stea…