![]() ![]() Then I push myself to my feet, go to the bathroom, pull my hair into one tight braid, and put on my suit. ![]() I only let myself sit, hunched and brooding, for a few minutes. Whoever has survived up there is in much worse shape than we are, so I’m not going to begrudge my relative safety down here even if it leaves me aching for the warmth of the sun. From the devastating effects on the climate. From the way the mass exodus out of Europe threw global politics and economy into chaos. We had communications down here for several months after lockdown, so we know what happened to the world before and after the asteroid hit. ![]() After all, if I wasn’t in this bunker, I’d either be dead or eking out a treacherous existence. I try not to spend too much time feeling sorry for myself. I haven’t seen the real sun and sky in thirty-six months, but the projection is better than nothing. It’s fake, so the scene only provides a small degree of comfort. Home Insurance Coverage: A Detailed Guide ![]()
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