Radioactive Wastelands

The world stood at the edge of oblivion, teetering on the brink as the U.S. war machine, fueled by greed and arrogance, pushed humanity into a war it was never meant to survive. Diplomatic negotiations had long since collapsed, replaced by fiery rhetoric and threats that could no longer be walked back. One by one, the dominoes fell, and in the end, it wasn’t a question of if nuclear weapons would be used, but when.

When the first missile was launched, there was a brief, collective moment of silence—a second where the world seemed to hold its breath, as if the gravity of what had just been unleashed was too much to comprehend. Then came the blinding flashes, so bright they turned night into day, and the thunderous roars that followed, echoing through cities like a primal scream from the earth itself. Entire metropolises vanished in an instant, leveled into radioactive wastelands. The sky turned red with fire and ash, and the air itself seemed to burn.

In the aftermath, the survivors wandered through the ruins, dazed and broken, their shadows permanently etched into the ground where they had once stood. The cities that had once stood as monuments to human progress were now nothing more than smoldering craters, their names lost to history. The world that remained was a ghost of its former self, a barren wasteland where the sun struggled to break through the thick, nuclear clouds that now blanketed the earth.

Humanity, once so proud and defiant, was now facing extinction. The very weapons they had created to protect themselves had become their undoing, and the civilizations that had taken millennia to build were reduced to rubble in mere moments. Governments collapsed under the weight of their own hubris, their leaders either dead or hiding in underground bunkers, as if they could escape the judgment they had brought upon the world.

The war machine had gone too far, and there was no turning back. All that was left was the long, slow crawl toward the end—an end brought not by natural disaster or disease, but by the very hands of mankind. The cost of power had proven too high, and now, in the smoldering remains of what was once a world, humanity was paying the ultimate price.