I’ve found a radio receiver and have it tuned into the emergency channel, which is a channel that was put in place hundreds of years ago after World war 3. This primitive radio receiver was a must have device even in our modern times, Because the network was reliable and couldn’t be hacked very easily. Plus the fact that it was old technology made it all the better because no one would think to look at it or think of it as a national broadcast system.
Today there was the same loop playing but I wasnt paying attention. I was focused on trying to understand the lack of explosions on the ground above me. There was eery silence.
I open the hatch and the smell of smoke floods in and I cough and gag in surprise of the atrocious state of the world around me. There are no fires, it has been raining and the charred ground is a murky grey. Puddles are everywhere in the smallest little dips, but I am near certain that this war is nearly over. I spin around slowly taking in the destruction, I knew this place so well before but it’s like a completely different world I couldn’t recognise the city I grew up in. I see bones and some corpses riddling the land around me. I want to cry but I don’t know who these people were, there is not a single recognisable person as I walk around, the odd rat and cockroach scamper across the debris as I walk past, the silence Is somewhat disconcerting. Eventually I have to return to my burrow, back to the place where I can imagine none of this ever happened. Back home.
