They hid in the bowels of Blackrock Mountain, in a fallout shelter meant for men of state and not a loose pack of juvenile delinquents and violent soon-to-be career criminals. Considering the radiation, what else could they do?
Camp Blackrock was designed to teach teamwork and social responsibility to juvenile offenders. Through hard work and shared challenges, the campers were taught vital skills such as reliance on self and others and proved effective in preventing adult recidivism.
The only problem was that Dakota was not a criminal.
This was not her first survivalist camp, but it was supposed to be her last. All she had left was her senior year, then off to college and no more of this wild waste of time learning to prepare for what would kill everyone anyway. Prepping, to her, was just stupid. But then the war started.
Dakota suddenly finds herself locked underground in a sixty year old facility meant to house the United States Senate with a hand full of criminals; some violent, some very violent. When the only adult, Sergeant Daniels is found dead, they are all thrust into a new lawless world, a world without order, a world where the strong rule and the weak die, alone.