Burrowers: Genre Undetermined

The planes flew by above in a menacing rumble that reached down and shook even the basement walls. The canning jars rattled nervously on their shelf, and little Maya wailed and clutched at her mother's skirt. The woman leaned down and shushed the child as quickly as she could, lest the sound of a child's wail reached to those who would be walking the streets to follow the passage of the plane. The plane's bombs would unearth some of the hidden ones, and the walkers would look for signs, listen for cries, track them to their burrows. Maya's family was trapped. The escape tunnel had been bombed shut in the first run. Luckily, her grandfather had been a wise man, and when he was building his home he made sure that the basement was twice as large as the house, and they had--

Inspiration: Hmm, planes...I live in South Minneapolis...I wonder whatever could have inspired this?
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: I seem to have inspired myself into a corner. Or at least a basement. Hmm. I do like the World War II, faux or real, setting as an idea. This seems a bit different. I hate alternate history, though, so that's not it....