Ground Zero by EndMaster R

You really didn’t have any desire to know these people before, why bother now? You only worked there because you needed to. Now that it appears the whole world is going to hell, you might as well just stay home. You wonder if you shouldn’t have prepared yourself for this inevitable event, but it’s too late now. Last time you heard, the city was in complete anarchy, riots were breaking out and the National Guard was shooting people, can’t get supplies from there now. The nearest general store closed up by its owner who headed up north with his family a month ago. Whatever supplies you have in your house will have to do. You start walking around armed at all times as you often think you’ll be attacked by stray looters, who have escaped the city, but then again you live in a house on the dead end of wilderness, nobody ever comes out this way normally, and you never see another living soul.

You’re all alone.

You spend much of your time watching TV and on the internet keeping up on events, one day blurring into the next as you often fall asleep after spending long amounts of time of being awake…

Monday 8:00 AM

You groggily wake up from the sofa.

“…BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE….”

You wake up to a test pattern on TV.

This is it.