Post-Apocalyptic Future

Though the vertigo and sense of nausea were beginning to diminish, the world began to shift and morph around Ben in a way that was unfamiliar and strange. His senses all began to register something that was fundamentally different from how it was just moments ago.

He lay flat on his back, though he felt stony soil beneath him in place of floorboards. As he eased himself up and take in his surroundings, Ben realised that he was no longer in his room, but rather in a cave.

Groaning, he got to his feet and shakily began to move towards the small glimmer of light ahead of him. The air was warmer, much warmer, and when he reached the entrance he felt himself bathed in brilliant sunlight. The joy of it was fleeting however, when his eyes adjusted to the sudden light and saw what lay on the horizon before him.

Where once there had been his hometown, now stood only broken ruins, and vast desolate deserts. He could occasionally see figures moving in the distance scrambling about, but to his horror they looked more like wretched, malformed mutants rather than human beings.

Sheer terror took hold of him as he desperately grasped about for the device. It’s bright digital face read the time and date and Ben's eyes widened in horror.

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