Beautiful day, you would hardly notice all the disease.nAnd we are all to become desperate, as desperation is grounds for remorse.nAnd suddenly everything else bows down in comparison.nWhen the blast wave hit, the impact burned paint from the walls onto their skin, inadvertently mixing new hues of green and blue that would never bee seen again.nHuman ash fell like snow as winter began around the world.nClouds covered every inch of the earth as the survivors came out of whatever holes they found.nAnd the sun ceased its shine.nRadiation coupled with toxic fumes strangled whatever was left alive.nAnd now the real horror begins.nThis is when they begin to think.