Nights dark beyond darkness and days more gray each one than what had gone before. Like the onset of some cold glaucoma dimming away the world. This is the world we live in. WWIII has finally come to an end, simply because there is no one left to fight. Entire continents, leveled to the permanently scarred ground. Entire civilizations, wiped out, forgotten. The remaining cities, decaying shells of mankind's achievements, reduced to mangled and rotting corpses. Barren, silent, godless... Read more

Charred and limbless trunks of trees stretching away symmetrically to either side. Ash moving over the road and the sagging hands of the blind wire strung from the blackened light poles whining thinly in the wind. Everything stood in the grayness like a charcoal drawing sketched across the waste. Nothing to see, no sign of others.
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