“Arise!” - shouted a stranger. I didn't know what happened, but worse than that, I didn't know what was happening. The sound of footsteps was approaching my body, but I was too hurt to react. “Okay, looks like you need some help then.” The man said. Suddenly, I felt a set of hands grab my left hip and throw me violently onto my back and see the butt of a wooden rifle crash into my cheekbone... This wasn't how it was supposed to end, I came too much close this time. But I believe the saying is true: "War, war never changes." Driving down I-94 from Detroit to Dearborn would normally be something considered normal, by normal people. But in this new world, in this world full of terror, normality is one thing that cannot be found. An irradiated world with no escape except for your final destiny. Detroit Motor City became a ghetto, a wasteland. The nuclear war that our government brought on us against the North Koreans had devastating effects on our country and we were basically left for dead, in a place that some would call a dust bowl, for some it is still the good old USA. hopes of leaving this country, hopefully northward, Canada was less affected by the explosions but was still affected by large amounts of radiation carried through the air and wind like the rest of the world. Isolated from our country, shunned by the actions of our governments. I usually went to Dearborn to get supplies, even though it was very dangerous. There wasn't much life around here anymore. I approached an exit and left the highway, then drove down a lonely road full of empty cars and rubble in the road. I stopped when I arrived at a random check, mandatory to enter the small settlement. Two flatbed trucks blocked the road, accompanied by a guard... middle of paper...ke and we were back in the center. "What was that about?" I asked Leot. “Damn bandits, it wasn't my first encounter and hopefully my last. We'll have to head towards the dock, that's all." Leot replied. I took his advice and drove to the abandoned dry docks near the Detroit River. We got off the bike and grabbed what we had left. “The tunnel entrance should be over there.” Leot said, pointing to a small rusty shack. We walked towards the shack to find a sewer grate and a sign that said 'Entrance to the Canada-USA emergency tunnel'. "Well, I will, Leot." , man!" Leot said enthusiastically. I took one last look at the half-collapsed buildings of the city with the setting sun in the background, the end of this lonely road. I returned to the rusty shack and then descended into the darkness of the tunnel.