Nuclear war

Date: 6/4/2022

I was hiding in a room of an old wooden house because I knew a nuclear missile was coming. A voice that sounded like a narrator from a 1950s show said something like "when the end comes, we hope that it will be quick." As the voice said that, I saw the missile streak into the ground. There was some older woman that I was taking care of. I went looking for her in the evening after the strike. When I found her outside, I told her she needed to get inside. We convinced the neighbors to shelter in our house and pool our supplies. It was another woman and a young girl. As we walked over to the house, a bus slowly pulled into the neighborhood, carrying survivors, but we did not get on.