Dust covers all that I can see, making everything much older than it actually is, buildings, cars, bicycles, and pavement. Every place I pass by is slowly becoming a more and more like a desert. Soon the buildings will crumble into their own emptiness, adding even more dust to this world, this sick, deprived of life world we live in now.
I travel slowly beneath the scorching Sun, even in the few shadows available I can barely breath, since then the air is constantly being filled with more and more dust making it harder and harder so survive outside of modified caves, or of manmade bunker type villages that do their best to keep both dust and radiations out.
Since that, happened humans had to stick together more than ever; for very few were the ones that lived through it; mostly rich influential persons were the ones to actually be able to survive it, and the immediate decay of the world that followed it. I never cried as much as I bared witness to the death of almost 6 billion people;