💥

I was in the middle of a job interview when the first nukes hit Europe. I’d just finished my History degree two months before and it was the furthest I’d gotten in any job application. None of that mattered now. It took a few months to adjust to the new way of living, everything was getting into a state of “new normal”. That was when the second wave of nukes hit.

I heard from a few of survivors that they probably would have been happy if that one took them out with it. Things got too weird after that. Feral camel-dogs and constant blazing oven-summer heat aside it was getting harder to mobilise and find other survivors. I remember one survivor saying that what they needed was another nuke but they went mad and submitted to a camel-dog. I was sad to see them go out like that.

Helicopter drop-offs of food and supplies. There were rumours that we’d finally be getting help from some random new power country but it had taken so long and we were just suffering in complacence. Whenever the helicopter issue came up, someone argued that we should have just been grateful that we had survived.

One boiling day, which they all were, I saw an object rising from behind the buildings in the once majestic skyline. Maybe I should have said the object was descending. It ended up eclipsing the sun… definitely something to be grateful for.

The end.