The final sixty years were packed with tales of 1 or different attainable Armageddon, no matter if by means of nuclear warfare, plague, cosmic disaster or, extra lately, worldwide warming, terrorism, genetic engineering, AIDS and different pandemics. those tales, either pre- and post-apocalyptic, describe the autumn of civilization, the destruction of the whole Earth, or the tip of the Universe itself. some of the tales think about humankind's endless ability for self-destruction, however the tales are certainly not all downbeat or miserable -- one key subject matter explores what the aftermath of a cataclysm can be and the way people try to outlive.
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Whatever chilly and hateful pierced her then. Stuart had spent the cash, the baby’s funds, and the spending got here just like the icy needle-probe of fact: there has been no child. There wouldn't ever be one. Now, at the forty-ninth day, they fled northward into evening, looking greater flooring, however the rain stayed with them, omnipresent and everlasting. It fell out of the sky in stable sheets, flowing over the black pavement and soaking Stuart whilst he pulled over to replenish the tank from the gasoline cans strapped at the back of the Jeep. Cursing, he might climb again inside of and crank the warmth to its optimum surroundings, and every time Melissa might take into account her long-ago fable of constructing love within the rain. She took a final drag from the cigarette and enable the wind have it, staring at within the reflect because it tumbled away, extinguished through the rain. Sodium lighting fixtures seemed, lining the street. forward, a mountain loomed darkish opposed to the grey sky. the line rose to fulfill it, rose, and rose, and plunged down towards a granite wall. A tunnel – the second considering the fact that Wytheville – unfolded earlier than them on the final second, and Melissa clenched her fists, fearing washouts, fearing cave-ins. Then they have been within, the sound of the rain disappearing as they crossed less than the mountain and into West Virginia. Bars of shadow and light-weight flashed throughout Stuart’s face and the hum of tires opposed to dry pavement stuffed the auto. The wipers scraped opposed to the dry windshield, backward and forward, from side to side, after which they emerged from the tunnel right into a moving wall of rain. “Christ,” Stuart acknowledged. “Do you think that it’ll ever cease? Do you're thinking that it’ll rain endlessly? ” She regarded away, out the window, into the falling rain, and that rag of nursery rhyme back to her. “Rain, rain pass away,” she acknowledged. “Come back another day. ” evening closed in round them. Mountains rose above the line just like the shoulders of giants, black opposed to the black sky. Melissa smoked her final cigarette. a long way forward, huddled excessive opposed to an arm of the ridge, Melissa observed a sprinkle of lighting, all that remained of a once-bustling city. The cabin lay farther north, remoted nonetheless larger within the mountains. 3 rooms, Stuart, and all approximately them the besieging rain. ultimately, the lighting got here up round them. “Would you examine that? ” Stuart acknowledged, pointing. She observed it then, besides, a blazing Texaco signal towering above the street. past it stretched a strip of inns, fuel stations, and fast-food eating places – so much of them darkish, deserted. “It can be a trap,” Stuart acknowledged, “to trap within the unwary. ” She sighed. “We must have obtained that gun. ” “No guns,” she acknowledged. “We’ll need to probability it. in the event that they have fuel, lets stock up the tank, reflll our cans. might be they’ll have kerosene. ” with out one other note, he exited to the strip, handed the boarded-up ruins of fast-food eating places and resorts, and stopped the Jeep underneath the cover by way of the Texaco’s islands. She watched as he studied the parking zone suspiciously; he placed her in brain of a few apprehensive woodland creature, and he or she had the disquieting notion that males weren’t thus far faraway from the jungle.