(tw:: may seem shocking)

in the movies you often saw that before the nuclear winter there was a lot going on, a military coup, the world going crazy, but in reality there was nothing: just a lull and a flash. You miraculously survived, because on that fateful night you were waiting for your train in the subway. Shortly after the explosion, you joined the group of survivors.

standing in front of the corpse in an almost empty room, you hesitated for a moment. The last month flashed before your eyes: before your eyes the group of the remaining survivors became more and more brutal. The less food was left, the more attacks, suicides and betrayals. And now they simply killed each other, you were left alone with a minimum of sanity.

the dead body on the table belonged to him, that fucking bastard Sam, who killed most of the people in the hope of being alone, because less people equals more food. He fought damn well, but you managed to stab him 23 times.

You knew you were alone, but for some reason you quickly looked around anyway, as if someone could catch you doing this. Suddenly, in the middle of the process, you were interrupted by the creaking of an old door, you froze abruptly, and then slowly turned your head in that direction. You couldn’t believe your eyes: it was a man with an unkempt beard in a Panama hat, and behind him was a group of, apparently, other survivors. The man in front, the leader, seemed to be looking at you with wide eyes full of horror, he clutched the flashlight tighter. You all had the same emotions, only you felt it because you thought you were alone in this godforsaken world; and they, because you were standing in front of an open corpse, your face and hands covered in blood and scraps of still warm flesh.