• Life after the Great War was hard. Even after the bombs fell people still died, from each other mostly. If you were young, you more likely to get forced into gangs, and kill your family, if you lived near a city, and were lucky. If you lived in the wast land, life was just, if not more deadly. Mutant animals, people, and crazy family, if you were lucky. But if your family was rich, and bought your family a place in a bomb shelter, and that shelter had just voted you, your wife, and three other couples out of the shelter forever, because the Lord was bored with you, you are one of the eight most unluckiest people in the world.

    Me and my wife lived the longest. But she died in the last wave of the attack. I am the last of the group that was banished from Shelter One. I am locked in a closet of some abandoned skyscraper that somehow managed to stay up. But my life is quickly playing out. I hear them coming through the front door, one of them I believe used to be my friend from before the radiation bombs were dropped. But his mind is gone. Oh, I hear them at the door. I've got one clip left in the AR Rifle we found. At least I will not die alone. This is Joe Anderson saying one last goodbye.