John rolled out of bed at 6:30 AM, the same time he always did, and tiredly dragged himself over to his closet. He reached in and grabbed the first shirt, hoodie and pants he could find, it wasn't like it mattered what he grabbed, all he had in his closet was 7 different sets of the exact, uniform outfit. "Least it hides the soot" he muttered. He then grabbed the last piece of his outfit: a black gas mask. He quickly prepped and ate a bowl of oatmeal, put the gas mask on and walked out a giant hole in his house where a wall once stood, into the nuclear winter he was far too familiar with.
