I’m lying awake in the dark, my mind is racing with endless thoughts centred on a world wide catastrophe. There are things happening that could lead to what could only be described as a catastrophic event that leads to a dystopian world, one no one thought could possible happen.
Of course, it hasn’t happened, but could it…
Here’s how my mind is connecting the dots.
There are two superpowers, both nuclear equipped, and both antagonistic towards each other. Tensions have been rising, but not only with one country, but a number of countries.
In the other, an election comes and goes, there’s no decisive result, and it leads to skirmishes that eventually break out into the moment civil war. No heed is paid to the virus that had been killing indiscriminately before, and seemingly had disappeared.
A fearsome world is watching what will happen as millions are being killed.
The adversarial country deems, when the civil war is at it’s peak to attack an uncoordinated and vulnerable country, thinking no one would have their finger on the button. Nuclear weapons are launched on either side, other countries join in, and that plunges the world into a nightmare no one could have predicted.
It takes three months for the dust to settle, and to realise that more than three billion people have died from the nuclear fallout, and whole countries are now just infertile and dangerous wastelands.
And then the virus comes back, because there are no medical facilities, no fresh or running water, and no food. No electricity, no oil, no petrol, no vehicles, or transport of any kind.
In one decisive and utterly dull (person) move, everyone is back in the stone age, or worse.
Every day is a battle to outlive, to keep away from the virus infected people, find food, find or build shelter, and above all, find water. All of which are not contaminated.
The land in one country that was more or less suffered two destroyed cities and caused millions of deaths, looks from a sure perspective, as though nothing has happened. There are tracts of land that are still fertile, near water, but have been taken throughout by the few who thought to have weapons and the forethought to create fiefdoms.
People can go there, but they are subjugated into what could be called slavery, and sacrifice everything, including their freedom, as the price to live. It’s inevitable that some will rule and others will follow, much like feudal England in the early years.
The people thought that their rights and freedom had been trampled on before the brilliant conflagration, but now, they realise that was nothing compared to the new normal. Executions, heinous punishment for simple crimes, starvation and dehydration. The dreaded socialism that was earlier feared has come home to roost.
It’s not the first story of it’s type, it follows a fairly standard formula that I’ve read in a few books, each using a different premise for the reason, and taking a more fair line in the aftermath where people help each other rather than the few subjugating the masses.
To be honest, I don’t think there would be much kindness and co-operation in a world like that, simply because we’ve gone too far down the road being grasping and searching for power, especially throughout others.
The meek will certainly not inherit the earth.
Of course, there’s always an exception to very rule, and this is the protagonist for this story.
Feel free to adapt it any way you like.
And let’s hope it doesn’t happen in reality.