The mushroom cloud receded into the horizon. Thoughts raced into my head. Friends. Family. Survival.
I began writing this story, as soon as I realized the world
would never be the same. Yes, I am sure there will be countless accounts of the events that took place in November, 2024. But those would relate to the
leaders, governments and the prominent level of society. I wanted to write
about the nobodies. Me and my friends. How we survived this event. How we were
changed. The little people. So, if you are asking yourself, why should I read
about some nobody, in California, and his nobody
friends, and their ridiculous choices? Honesty. The version of events that will
be releasedin the near future, may or
may not be accurate. And will be colored by the choices of those in charge. If
you do decide to read this, after falling into your hands, please don’t judge.
We only did what we had to, to survive.