The Outskirts

After the wars running was my only option. I was away visiting family when the blasts hit. A nuclear attack was always something we only heard about in movies until last year.

Tomorrow is never promised, and the war front moves closer to us every day. My friends and I refuse to fight in this war our nation started, but that doesn't mean we can escape it.

Resources are scarce. Food is running out, most farms were bought out by the government to feed the armies or destroyed in the blasts. Finding water usually means a fight, but going without means certain death. Power has only been restored in major cities and military bases, leaving the rest of us scrounging for generators.

Even now, two years after the Progress movement won the Civil War we can't trust a neighbor to help. They could be a New Confederate seeking revenge for a loss, a foreign spy hoping to get intel, or just a survivor hoping that you lead them to water so they can kill you and have it for themself.

The only thing we can do is try to survive on the outskirts of the country and hope we don't become casualties of World War III.