To Hell And Back Book Hiroshima 소설 & 이야기

There’s nothing left but survival. I stared at the words, my mind spinning. The Burning. That’s what people called it now, the apocalyptic event that had scorched the earth and turned the world into a wasteland. But this person—this scientist—had known it was coming. They’d predicted it. And somehow, they’d ended up here, in this bunker, leaving behind their journal like a final warning. I looked up from the journal, my pulse quickening. This wasn’t just a storm shelter. This bunker had belonged to someone who had known about the end of the world before it happened. Someone who had tried—unsuccessfully—to stop it.

Mate, Beast whispers inside me. Yeah, months won't work for either of us. The America we're walking through now was blasted by bombs in the early days of the war. After the first wave of electromagnetic pulses and the nuclear fallout, the U.S. tried to stop the hellhounds with sizable bombs in their own cities. If you survived the hellhounds, the U.S. military was your second threat and civilians had to clear their homes and move closer to Washington once the word to evacuate was given. If you didn't leave, you were just another casualty.