It was a barren wasteland,miles upon miles of desert and debris from destroyed vehicles and the tiny bits of buildings. The wind whooshed as a lone tall young man walked down the desert,his name was Belgimiur. He was a lonely 29-year-old man with scars painted all over his body,a tattered tan tunic,black dirty hair,black jeans,tan dirty skin,and a smell that smelled like death and defeat. He was just a cashier during the war until the building began to shake and two days later he woke up under the roof of the store he once worked in and then began his journey outside of his city. He trudged through scattered and charred corpses and the burning bits of what was left. He didn't cry or scream at the effects of World War 3,he wanted to escape to a place without work or screaming bosses either way. Belgimiur lived in somewhere in the suburbs of Nevada,so the desert was pretty much his back backyard. After about an hour of scavenging for food,supplies,and a change of clothes, within an hour he was walking in the desert in hope of finding anyone he had was a pretty clean walet housing 45$,two melted chocolate bars,half a bottle of hot water,and a can of expired dog food. All the cars back in the city were ashes,and gasoline was as useless as the Internet now. Of course he had no where else in mind to go,and the chance he'll find any other living life forms (even an ant) is asking for it to rain name didn't matter out here, Belgimiur was out in the open,away from society and most likely going to die from nuclear radiation. Thank God the Russians didn't throw a nuke at them because THEN he would've not seen sunlight again. And it's a mystery why the US didn't provide any fallout shelters or at least provide a place of hospitality,especially when everyone knew how obvious it was that World War 3 was a stone's throw away. But that didn't matter now,what mattered was when will he get another meal to eat or where he'll go for another drop of sat down on the inferno called sand and drank his chocolate bars and a tiny sip of his water."Man,how did this happen?I was first a loner working in Kmart,now I'm going to live like a have asked out Margret when I had the chance."he told was the first time in the two days since he even said a word,but Belgimiur had no one or even something to talk to.A few hours passed and night began to bloom with the cold desert winds pervading the entire state and Belgimiur began to curl up in the sand and sleep finally sleep in the first day of the post apocalypse.