Walking outside, the air is warm and full on my face. I welcome it, it's better than the cold. As I walk, my mind races. I always think best when I'm walking. I see the sun setting to the west. The oranges and yellows peek around the clouds and remind me of a better time. As I continue, I pass the same houses, the same streets. Everything is the same. But everyone is long gone now. Sometimes I think it's all a dream, that I'll wake up. But every time I wake up, I'm still here. I'm standing still while everything passes by. The world passed me by, it's conflicts and it's devastation leave me in this wreckage.
I reach the end of the block, turn and see my house. Most of it is still there. But I know no one's there when I walk in. I sit down on my bed. It's still intact. I can sleep here tonight. As I rest, my mind races. That's all there is to do anymore. Think, remember. All the bombs in the world can't destroy my memories.
I doze off, and dream about the end. I remember it like it was yesterday. I wasn't too young, I knew what was happening. But I never understood why. Why a few men had to use our lives to settle their differences. Why they destroyed everyone else over things which meant so little to anyone else. One launched it's missiles, the other countered. Many detonated high in the sky, hit by anti-missile defenses. It's one hell of a sight. I remember that well. I remember the one aimed for our base. It was off target, blew over the city instead. It would have destroyed us either way, but it seems a cruel twist of fate.
I was walking home when it hit. I knew better than to look into the blast. I jumped into a ditch, it "saved" my life. The burning wind rushed over me. Then pulled back with even more force. The fireball needed oxygen. It was sucked right out of my lungs. Then the blast wave hit. It threw me into shock and also out of my dream.
I wake, sweating and shaking. I try to forget about it. I spend most of my day trying to forget. I get up, my mind racing. The sun is up and this meant that the winds are soon to follow. I have to move to stay ahead of the fallout. I most often follow animals. They know where to go. They know what's safe to drink and eat. Mankind had nearly destroyed mother nature. And yet she was still so kind to me. I leave and move east. The winds always blow east here. I have to stay ahead. I can't let them pass me by as well.


This is another clip from my world after the end. It's a little more bleak than the first, but I love it none the less.