Wallace takes out his hazmat suit and begins cleaning up the pavement. Behind a pile of bricks and glass, he finds what once was Wendolene's Wools...
A year ago, Wallace and Wendolene got together, deciding that, hell, they liked each other and if they were going to survive, might as well do it together. They had nothing left to lose anymore. But not even a few months into their relationship, Wendolene was crushed by a collapsing shopfront, ironically her own. Destroyed by her own creation, there was something quite beautiful about the irony. This in turn, crushing Wallace's hopes of ever finding love again.
He stares mournfully into the shop. The wool was stolen very early into the post-fallout period. All that is left intact is the juggling sheep. He lies bruised and cracked. His arms - no longer juggling - seem to beg for the sweet mercy of the grave.
Gromit startles Wallace and brings him back to the present. He presents his pal with a wagon full of corpses. Wallace just about recognises the familiar sad face of the local homeless man and the overly made up face of a high-up businesswoman inside the amalgam of torsos, heads and limbs. It was funny to Wallace. So much desire for money, yet they're all going to be buried in the same mass grave anyway.
After a while longer cleaning, they visit the local survivor's institute. The lodgers manage a smile as the dwindling fire expands. A crying child's tears are dried as they receive their weekly sliver of meat. Wallace and Gromit are invited to join so they take their hazmat suits off.
A frail and sick woman dressed in a shawl and rags receives a tiny slip of meat. Gromit sees the pain behind her tired eyes despite her face showing pure gratitude.
What the hell, dogs can eat practically anything: Gromit passes his share to her. She's speechless but glee is apparent. He nods to her. Suddenly, she pulls a tiny fragile baby out of her shawl, and she feeds it a miniscule bite. Gromit frowns, sad for the life this baby will have to live.
They wave goodbye to the group and set off for home.
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Cheddar and Plutonium (A Post-Apocalyptic Wallace and Gromit fanfic)
Science FictionIt has been 1 year, 230 days since the nuclear bomb was dropped in the English Channel, but it's just another day of work for Yorkshireman Wallace and his pal Gromit. Trigger warnings: death, suicide, lots of graphic descriptions Obviously, Wallace...
