I just like knowing what time it is, to be honest*BEEP BEEP BEEP* The alarm clock goes as I wake up. Time to refill the generator. I swearsometimes I think the only reason I keep this generator running is to power the alarm clock that tellsme to refill it. I mean, seriously, after finding that old-fashioned stove and that wind-up radio, thatthing is useless. I just like knowing what time it is to be honest. Helps me keep things in perspective.When your world has been blown to holy hell, you grow attached to those little bits of normalcy.I bet you’re wondering what the heck is going on, why I said my world was blown to holy hell,why I need a generator to power an alarm clock to tell me to refill it. The simple answer is that somepoliticians got angry with each other and decided to throw nukes at each other, decimating us normalpeople in the process while they hid in their underground bunkers and shouted messages about pa-triotism. Pretty much any war in history, plus radiation. “But Mister, how did you survive when somany of your fellow people died from the bombs or radiation”. Well disembodied child’s voice, I wassmart enough to buy an old, abandoned nuclear missile silo before the bombs dropped and luckyenough to be pretty resistant to radiation...although to be honest I only bought the thing because A) Itwas only about 100 grand...less than your average house B) I can tell chicks I live in a nuclear mis-sile silo and C) It’s a freaking missile silo!Anyways, I just happened to be chilling on the bottom level with a few cold ones when I hearthis BOOM!, feel a shake, and the power goes out. When I rush upstairs, I see the one thing I neverthought I would see in real life (apart from Scarlett Johansson naked.). A freaking mushroom cloud.So here I am, 20 years after the collapse of civilization as we know it, still a slave to the daily grind.Some things never change.