I roam. I starve. I get protected. After the Nuclear war everything is silent. Everything is too silent. Ash falls from the heavens and the radiated rock crumbles beneath my feet. Broken. I didn't realise anything, and the world is mutilated. Like my wretched heart. The aftermath. Of war. My war. His war. Our war. I obviously do not own the Yogscast. This Fan-Fiction is a different take on the actual ending to Flux Buddies, and is a Dunkim/Lalnasounds/Lividsounds/Nanocoffee. Remember to vote, comment and follow! Enjoy. Oh, and reinforce your feels.