The world is slowly ending, thanks to the government. The rich people are building bunkers and living their lives, whilst the poorer people are fending for themselves and trying to survive. The human population is declining more every day.

You and Andrew hold hands, looking at your destroyed surroundings, as people sob from the city ruins.

“God, it’s a wasteland, baby…” Andrew mutters as his hand tightens around yours, pointing out the patches of dying grass and the ruined buildings.