There once was a man named Tom. Tom lived
the simple life of an accountant, until one day, while driving home from the office;
he received an urgent phone call from his wife. His wife exclaimed, “It’s
happening! The world’s going to oblivion! The kids and I are scared, please
hurry!!” Tom could tell that his wife was serious, because as he exited off the
highway, everywhere around him nukes were going off quicker than a hyena to its
next feast. Everywhere around Tom, mushroom clouds started forming and Tom had
the hardest of times steering his vehicle toward his home. As Tom approached
his home, his wife jumped out from the house and exclaimed, “Hurry into the
house!” As Tom descended into the basement with his wife and two daughters, the
adults could see an object dropping from the sky not more than 2 meters away. The
parents could only gaze and hold their children as tightly as possible for they
knew what that object would bring with it. As Tom braced for impact, holding
his children as tightly as possible, his wife pushed the rest of the family
deeper into the cellar. As Tom exclaimed, “Brittany!” he could only get a
glimpse of her smile as she locked the cellar door. The children were crying in
the background, as Tom banged on the door as hard as possible to try to save
the life of his wife. Boom. Tom felt a shock of energy and as he emerged from
the cellar, holding his daughters, the world seemed no more. Tom and the kids
had begun their journey on the post-apocalyptic Earth.
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