This was a bad idea. One of my worst plans. As I run through the dark, damp and dirty tunnels, the shouting gets louder. The lights flicker like an old movie reel, casting an ominous glow throughout the tunnel. My heart pounds as I sprint towards the source of the cries, my friends, the only other survivors apart from the mad scientists. How? How did my oh-so-accurate plan go oh-so-wrong? As the yells get louder, I think back to the start of our crazy adventure, the day when the 'atomic bomb' hit...