Another One Pager

Here's another single page writing exercise:

Nobody knows exactly what happened. I mean, who struck first, and how it escalated. It doesn't really matter much, not to those who made it. It won't change anything anyway. The things that do matter now are all too scarce, especially the big three - food, water and trust. I'm sure that somewhere, someone knows enough to piece it together. One day, when society starts to come back together, they'll have books that discuss it much like we had books that talked about the Black Death. They'll have theories, and other theories that contradict the earlier theories. They'll know the major facts but won't have enough of the smaller pieces to completely connect the dots. No one like me will be able to help because we'll be long dead. But I'm rambling.

The world came to an end in about 6 hours. First, at least the first thing I was aware of, there was an explosion in Washington. I was at work, and everyone stopped and grew quiet as the talking heads were telling us that it was likely that tens, maybe hundreds, of thousands of people had been killed. Some people stayed all afternoon, looking at that box, listening as reports came in and later reports told the opposite story. It was total confusion. Me, I got out of there after the military started hitting targets in North Korea, Iran and Syria. It was getting really bad and I wanted to be at home. I never made it.

When New York was hit the broadcasts all went dark. Local feeds cut back in, but they didn't last long. One by one, the bombs dropped and communication was cut completely off. I think every city over 200,000 people was hit; at least the ones I've come close to were. No one was spared that day - rick or poor, black or white, everyone in the path of one of the blasts was killed. Only the lucky, or the unlucky, depending on your perspective, lived to see the next day. At first I felt ashamed

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