I’m panicking.

One day the world all went black, in the blink of an eye I got the opportunity to hear everything I love slowly disappear.

As I sit uncomfortably on a bed made entirely of concrete, with a blanket thin as paper for my warmth. I feel immensely lonely as I worked my life away for what?

I had the biggest house on top of the hill, I had the cars that hit zero to 60 in 3 seconds, I lived the lavage life that any young boy could imagine! I slaved my hands to bones to prove everyone wrong, and I did just that.

But as my feet hit the floor from the bunker I stored myself in and the doors open up I see the world for all it in tells things, the beauty once the necular warfare passed over, green grass has grown flowers blossom.

“How long have I been in here for”

Time passed in that bunker like the blink of an eye, It’s been a year now!

Well now that I’m finally free I’m finding some joy of what remains.

I drove down what was left of the worlds roads in the only super car I had that survived. With a cigarette in my mouth I made the best of this day laughing, exploring, amusement at its finest I was used to finding joy alone

And that’s what I did.