Twenty Ten
Well, here we are. Ten years after Y2K hit, and the human race was nearly wiped out, we have emerged from our holes in the ground to gaze upon this new civilization. I remember a time when I thought I would work some computer job. I hoped for a high paying desk job where I didn’t have to talk to customers all day. These days I just hope I don’t get killed by bandits. I remember the good life, when I used to eat hamburgers almost every day (my god I would, and have, kill for a hamburger). Now with all the desolation and strife I’m lucky to eat anything at all. I’m fortunate the my wife, Lisa, is such a good hunter. She misses her family, but since there hasn’t been a working phone or post office in 10 years we have no idea what has happened to them. The winters are the hardest, but we’ve managed to survive. Cold winters mean that we have to deal with fewer bandits than those in the south. We’ve set up a homestead again, but I’m worried that we may yet again be forced to move to avoid the Canadians. Still our spirits are high, my nephew, Andrew, just learned to fire a gun for the first time (they grow up so fast). It’s shocking, the contrast between our lives. When I was his age I was watching TV most of the time, he has to learn how to kill. I can’t help but wonder how things would have been different if civilization hadn’t collapsed…