I want you to imagine for moment, what your life might be like after a
nuclear war. Put yourself in the place of someone who is clinging to a
meager existence after the complete and utter collapse of society. It’s
been several weeks since you emerged from your basement or fallout
shelter. You are now just scraping by in a desolate community that you
once called home.
Your body aches with hunger pangs, as you ration
what little food you have, day by day. Your neighbors are a shell of
their former selves. The few that have survived, are either mentally
unwell, hungry, or are suffering from the effects of radiation sickness.
You’re not sure if it’s safe to go outside anymore, as gunshots can be
periodically heard in the distance, day and night.
And even if you
did leave, you’re not sure if there’s anywhere you could go. The
freeways are clogged with abandoned vehicles, the local shops are empty,
and fuel is incredibly hard to come by. You’d never make it far.
you remain in your home, which looks like it’s been through a
hurricane. The roofing is stripped, the windows are shattered and
boarded up, and the paint is ever so slightly peeled and darkened after
enduring the distant heat of a nuclear blast. You sit at home, and wish
that everything could go back to the way it was before; when society
functioned, the streets were clean, food was plentiful, and the
government still existed.