Nuclear Reality

It's been almost a year, since we came out from under that subbasement beneath the school lecture hall, to realize that what had happened had taken out almost all urbanization within a thousand mile radius. After 32 hours locked up, we'd all grown close in our hours of freight and broke into groups to find our families, only to be met with their remains in tattered clothing.

Some of us had closed ourselves off, becoming numb to the destructive world around us, as others held onto the sliver of hope for their lives to be returned to them.

A lot had happened in the year of the bombing, and there was no going back. This was our nuclear reality.