Author's Note: I took the general idea from this story: .net/s/3360078/1/Dunder_Mifflin_After_The_Bomb
Pam looked at the ruins of Scranton. The gray buildings were reduced into rubble, sidewalks were cracked, and a horrible odor that Pam hoped wasn't of dead bodies permeated the air.
Who had done this? More importantly, why? Pam felt all alone. What if everyone she knew died? She hadn't seen Jim since he left for the grocery store. What would she do without Jim? What about the people from Dunder Mifflin? Were they still living, or were they rotting in rubble, like so many people?
Pam sat on the cracked sidewalk and began to cry. Why? Why today? What had they done wrong? They were people, with lives and families, children, jobs, and friends.
"Pam? Are you all right?" Jim asked.
"Jim! You're alive!" Pam said, hugging him.
"I know. Moreover, so are you! I looked all around Scranton. You know the office building where we work?" Jim asked.
"Yeah?" Pam said tentatively. Why was Jim talking about where they worked?
"Nothing's happened to it! I looked around town, and it is the only place where a building is still standing! So, I went inside, and I found Michael and Dwight! They're alive!" Jim said.
Pam smiled. "That's great! Let's go now!" Even though Michael was a pain, it was nice to see that someone is living.
"I think that's a good idea, but we should look through our house to see is we can get some stuff." Jim said.
So for the next hour, Jim and Pam rummaged through the remains of their house to find things they could use.
Pam found that most of her and Jim's clothes and shoes were intact, so she carried them. Jim found some nonperishable food, and a jug of milk that seemed fresh. He also found that the painting of the clown, which seemed to never come off, finally came off.
"Let's bring it." Pam said, "As a reminder of our old life."
Jim nodded. Everything would be different. Way, way different.