Your apocalyptic vision of the future, after the world has gone belly up. Write of pain, despair, change, and hope.
Tomorrow is inherited by our children, and it is a tomorrow we have destroyed. We have torn convenience from their lives by our selfish negligence, and set them free to fend for themselves in a hostile and poisonous world.
But the question begs, are their lives any worse than it could have been otherwise?
Share your apocalyptic vision of tomorrow's survival, of the hope that rises with the despair.