The End of the World

"Go, John," your father had said. "A bunker like this is no place for life. Radiation sensors say the world outside is livable, go live in it. Your mother and I will join you when your sister is older."

And so you went. You went into the world that you had left 3 years ago, just before the war started. You don't know who started it, or who ended it, all you know is your once-thriving farming town is now a desolate, brown hellscape. As you survey the world around you, you see nothing but buildings that are only half standing, trees stripped of all their leaves, and an immense, flat desert where there used to be fields.

Off in the distance you can see a smoke trail that looks like a campfire, and in the other direction there's a whole forest made up of dead trees.