End of the world dreams are scary

Driving down the highway, it started with what appeared to be a bad storm.  Clouds darkened, and wind picked up.  But from the safety of inside a car, we soldered down the road to our destination.  Slightly above the car hovered a drone with a camera on it, but in the blink of an eye, a powerful gust of wind upended the device, sending it to its untimely demise.

“Oh shit,” I exclaimed upon seeing it get blown away and inevitably wrecked, because drones are expensive and cameras are expensive and a camera-mounted drone was probably very expensive and costly to replace.  Casualties of Mother Nature, and probably not the best idea to have been out in this.

Debris in the road, like giant pieces of sheet metal suddenly littered the road, and suddenly driving became a game of Frogger, trying to dodge shit strewn about the pavement, but nothing that couldn’t be avoided with moderately decent reflexes and good handling capabilities.

But then came the abandoned cars, plugging traffic to a standstill.  Then there wrecked cars that had caused cars to stop and become abandoned in the first place.  And beyond the wrecked cars was the actual wreckage of, everything.  The roads collapsed, smoke and fire the only thing visible beyond the initial line of sight.  We get out of the car to gawk and marvel over the unreal visual of a wasteland that was once our home.

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