In the fall of 1962, the fate of the world was forever altered. The age of man was met with an abrupt end. A conclusion was written to events that had been set into motion years, months, and days previously.
It is unclear who fired the first missile and the exact reasons why, but by that same evening, New York, Moscow, Stalingrad, and Los Angeles had ceased to exist. A missile inbound to Washington, DC was intercepted and shot down over Nebraska, irradiating the vast majority of the Midwest. The winds carried the fallout throughout North America, and into the gulf stream, while thousands of acres of Soviet soil were rendered uninhabitable. The fragmented land lay waste as nothing but a mere reminder of a once innocuous proxy war that escalated …show more content…
The few hundred survivors urgently stopped what they were doing and stampeded towards the distribution station like a group of starved cheetahs. Robert observed from a distance as they violently shoved each other in a melodramatic race to receive their daily portions. The lack of humanity was a disheartening sight; watching the slow decline in humane behaviour sent Robert’s desperate hopes of a restoration in society plummeting down the drain. Although initially indulgent towards the new lifestyle. he began growing weary of the mundane lifestyle, losing tolerance towards the food, the survivors, and most importantly, the bunker in which they were ensnared …show more content…
Just what do you think you are doing you imbecile?” exclaimed the Chief Official.
“Get off me! Give me a legitimate reason as to why I must stay entrapped in this god-forsaken bunker!” roared Robert.
The Chief Official ordered his men to get off Robert.
“Just wait a few more months..hopefully by then the radioactive substances will have decayed,” replied the Chief Official. There was a subtle hint of doubt and uncertainty in his voice, one that lacked confidence in the validity of his own statement. Robert stood there in silence while everyone’s eyes were fixated on him. His face flushed with indignity and he hurriedly walked back to where his station camp was. Eden followed him, feeling sympathetic toward his long-time friend.
“You just haven’t been the same since we got here,” Eden said in dismay.
Robert turned away and lied down on his consolidated rock bed, engulfing his face into his shirt. “I don’t see the difference between being dead and being here,” he explained.
“You heard the chief the
It is unclear who fired the first missile and the exact reasons why, but by that same evening, New York, Moscow, Stalingrad, and Los Angeles had ceased to exist. A missile inbound to Washington, DC was intercepted and shot down over Nebraska, irradiating the vast majority of the Midwest. The winds carried the fallout throughout North America, and into the gulf stream, while thousands of acres of Soviet soil were rendered uninhabitable. The fragmented land lay waste as nothing but a mere reminder of a once innocuous proxy war that escalated …show more content…
The few hundred survivors urgently stopped what they were doing and stampeded towards the distribution station like a group of starved cheetahs. Robert observed from a distance as they violently shoved each other in a melodramatic race to receive their daily portions. The lack of humanity was a disheartening sight; watching the slow decline in humane behaviour sent Robert’s desperate hopes of a restoration in society plummeting down the drain. Although initially indulgent towards the new lifestyle. he began growing weary of the mundane lifestyle, losing tolerance towards the food, the survivors, and most importantly, the bunker in which they were ensnared …show more content…
Just what do you think you are doing you imbecile?” exclaimed the Chief Official.
“Get off me! Give me a legitimate reason as to why I must stay entrapped in this god-forsaken bunker!” roared Robert.
The Chief Official ordered his men to get off Robert.
“Just wait a few more months..hopefully by then the radioactive substances will have decayed,” replied the Chief Official. There was a subtle hint of doubt and uncertainty in his voice, one that lacked confidence in the validity of his own statement. Robert stood there in silence while everyone’s eyes were fixated on him. His face flushed with indignity and he hurriedly walked back to where his station camp was. Eden followed him, feeling sympathetic toward his long-time friend.
“You just haven’t been the same since we got here,” Eden said in dismay.
Robert turned away and lied down on his consolidated rock bed, engulfing his face into his shirt. “I don’t see the difference between being dead and being here,” he explained.
“You heard the chief the