Wastelands.

prologue

If only there was never a war in the beginning. The governments around the world, and prime ministers said that it was the only way to achieve greatness. But what about just sitting down and talking?Most people would just nod at these things and say: "Well, too late now, isn't it?" I'm not that type of person. I would've stood up right on that podium, and just proposed the idea. Wait, I was only a little boy back then at the age of eight years old, and very short, too. Anyways, they would've shrugged it off, and went on with their stupid plan. Or, chances were slim for this, they would've listened for once. Most people here really hate the governments now because of their stupid ideas to fight using atomic weapons. Atomic weapons that had been miniscule to what the government in the USA unleashed, which did this; Something failed inside of its metallic fusioned core, and it blew up as soon as it came in contact with the open air. My guess for that was that they were just being really lazy with the engineering, or they just wanted to get back on China, or Ontario. Another idea was maybe they used the wrong type of metal for it, and when complete, it had thin parts that let the air through to react with the Uranium inside. When it started to explode, someone must've set the alarm, and most people got to safety in bomb shelters made perfectly for this kind of situation. Others, like my parents, didn't quite make it in time. I usually used the shelter as a playhouse back then, but there was still food and supplies. When it was finally safe to come out after months in that little shelter of mine, when I emerged the whole town was in wreck. A fur less, mutated rat with the face of an old man scurried from the corpse of some sort of thing, and then up into the skeleton of my old neighbor's house. I had stepped out onto the once green lawns. They were now dead, and made entirely of dust. Some homes still stood, but were already collapsing. And at the same time, bandits have started to group out into gangs. This is Canada, and at least the remains of us still willing to stand. Pretty much the opposite of the old stereotype now. No ice here, sadly...