World war three was a traumatic event. Obviously. We had learned about the other wars so much, and how bad another world war would be, but who would of thought that in the year 2255 everyone would finally...snap. The war rendered most of the world completely uninhabitable. The rich got to simply move to places like the USA and the UK, which where safe in the middle of the countries. Canada was fine too. These places had managed to avoid being blown up somehow. Those who wanted to-and could afford to- stay on earth stayed there. Everyone else? Vacated the planet. I moved to Venus. Without my family, which moved to Mars. Humanity set up domes on these planets, full of oxygen, proper temperatures, and anything else needed to make these places more inhabitable. These where for the middle class. The lower class- me as I am alone- lived outside these domes. We could come in if we wanted to, but couldn't afford to live there. We had to mostly survive outside in the harsh climate. I slept in the dome as much as I could. Snuck around, bought food, got a job, but could only afford make shift shelters that would last a night before I moved again. Whatever I could do to avoid the Outside. People gave me weird looks sometimes. I kept everything in a backpack. Cloths, food, and a phone. Yes, phones work here. We figured that out a long time ago.
