The man places a stuffed toy bear next to him, and he starts rummaging around in his trash bag. He looks disappointed at first as if he couldn’t find what he was looking for, and then finds it. With great excitement he pulls out a can opener from the trash bag and sets up a little stand where a hotplate sits just above the fire in front of him.
The man reaches behind him and grabs a can of baked beans, prying open the can’s lid and tossing the lid to the side. He’s over joyed as this is the first non-radiated food he’s had in weeks. He places the can on top of the now heated hot plate and rubs his hands together. He turns to the stuffed toy bear and raises his brow, then smiles and pats the bear, “Don’t worry Patches, you will get your share too my tiny stuffed friend.”
He pulls out a notebook and begins to write something down, scribbling off the page a bit he stops and looks at what he just wrote. It read, “Dear notebook, the stars are beautiful tonight. I wish everyone was here to see them.” The man happy with this begins to scribble down more words, pausing in thought and puts his pen to his chin. Tapping on his chin he looks up to the stars, and all is silent for a moment. “Aha! Yes!” The man goes back to scribbling.
He pauses again to read what he just wrote, “Even though I miss all of them so much, the peace and quiet is very nice, but sometimes I always feel so alone. Maybe someday I will find Patches a friend too. After all, bears need more friends too. You know what?! I’m going to build a home! A place where all of our friends can live! It’s time to go to bed now, until tomorrow Journal. Good night. – Love, Adam.”
The man placed the journal down and laid back with his arms behind his head, closing his eyes. He speaks out loud with his eyes closed, “Maybe we will find some friends Patches, but until then, it’s just you and me buddy. Our house is going to be great, and maybe we can even make our own town!
”A loud RIIIIIINNNNNG blares out from the semi-lighted darkness as fires could be seen off in the distance. The ringing stops and the man pops in some ear plugs, turns to his stuffed toy bear, and kisses him on the head. “Good night patches. I know mom and dad would be proud of us. Sweet dreams my friend.”
A very stern voice could be heard booming all around the ruins, sounding as if it was coming directly from a speaker.
“ALL CIVILIANS MUST REMAIN IN DOORS AT ALL TIMES. AS TIMES HAVE CHANGED, THERE IS NOT ENOUGH RESOURCES TO SUPPORT EVERYONE. A DANGEROUS CHEMICAL WILL NOW BE RELEASED UPON ALL OF THOSE THAT DECIDE TO STAY OUT DOORS. YOU WILL STAY INSIDE. YOU WILL KEEP YOUR DOORS LOCKED. YOU WILL KEEP YOUR OXYGEN TANKS ON YOU AT ALL TIMES. YOU WILL….”
Looking down upon the man, thousands of homes are ruined, on fire, with bones of the once living flooding the streets as mutant rodents growl running through them. The man is in what almost looks like a blue protected medical bubble shield with vents to let the smoke out within it. The mutant rodents run around it, completely ignoring it.
The wind picks up and blows a newspaper into the path of the group of mutant rodents shoving through the roads as cars are parting, being thrown to the sides because of their massive size. After the rodents pass, the newspaper seems to have some writing in a large bold font. The title reads, “TOWN OF ADAMS – The end is here!”