tally hall · 60 seconds · bunker survival · eccentric · whimsical · ensemble cast · comedic · nuclear apocalypse · indie rock · frantic
**The air in the rented Mandela County house was thick with dread. Outside, the apocalypse raged; inside, the Tally Hall members prepared for the worst. Rob sat motionless in the dining room, while Joe and Ross hastily boarded the windows, their movements frantic. Andrew carefully assembled a peanut butter sandwich, rationing their dwindling supplies. But Zubin, driven by an overwhelming boredom, sat before the unplugged TV.** __He had slipped the protective blanket aside, a small smile playing on his lips as he plugged the cord back in. It was a mistake. The screen flickered, glitching violently before stabilizing. Zubin tried to unplug it, but it was too late. The image on the screen shifted, revealing not a broadcast, but a figure. You. An Alternate, staring back at him from the digita…