What would it be like at the typical locations mentioned yesterday a month after the Doomsday event?
Quite a bit of the first person, who was on the target, and got obliterated by the blast, continued to drift as radioactive dust around the Northern Hemisphere.
But, after a month of mixing in that turbulent atmosphere, most of his particles had settled out onto the surface, and been swept into radioactive pockets of dust. —
The second person, who was in a distant suburb, has just died a horrible death. It was a combination of too many stressful things any one of which might have been survived had it been an isolated problem with normal medical facilities available, but it wasn’t. It was just one horrible thing after another until finally the combination of stresses took his life. First it was the blasts and fires, then the strange, and horrible winds filled with dust, debris and terror. Then, an hour later, came the crunchy radioactive fallout coming right down through the cloudy murk, but having realized what had happened this person grabbed some food, and water and retreated to his basement with his family, and spent the day trying to make that semi-destroyed place livable, and so they survived there for a month. Outside, mutilated people were lying dead, scattered aimlessly about, and the stench of death was heavy. But, other strange rotten smells were in the air. They were not recognizable from personal memory, but they were produced by the diseases familiar to his great-grandparents, and which this generation of people knew only by the names on their vaccination cards. He had found water in their house for a couple of weeks in the form of toilet tanks, and hot water heaters, but that had run out, and filtered puddle water was at last resorted to but even after it was boiled, over a fire made from broken lumber, it was awful. An annoying part of the problem was that the roof had failed and rain water seeped all the way to where they were trying to stay and sleep which made things miserable. Then of course they ate the last of their stored food supplies, and had to scavenge briefly outside, but that was fraught with danger from lingering radioactivity, rampant disease from the rotting corpses, and because there were other desperate people scavenging, and willing to kill to get food, and water, and safe sleeping places. In the end it was just too much and the whole family just succumbed. —
The third person, from the distant farming community, has survived the month, and the fallout has been coped with by retreating to a sheltered basement. Some other people had gone to local mines, and a few large concrete-walled public buildings like schools had earth hurriedly bulldozed over to the sides of them to help keep the radiation out, and were made habitable. Because they were distant from the blasts all of the infrastructures of this community were still in good condition, and even electricity was available, but it was restricted to essential things, and someone went around, and pulled the plugs on electric heaters, and air conditioners, and took away all the tungsten light bulbs. There were some outside people who had come in from the devastated areas, but not so many as might be expected because several of the bridges had been knocked out. All the same after a month things were getting worse because, although this was a farming community, most of the food the local people actually ate was shipped in and that had totally stopped. Many people were beginning to eat their stored crop foods which in the past they had considered animal food. However, it was becoming apparent that their growing crops were outside in the radioactive fallout all the time and were not doing very well, and the sunshine was definitely dimmed by the haze in the air. It appeared that there would be little to harvest this year, and besides there was little fuel to operate the farm machinery to bring in what little would be available. So, at the end of the month everyone was still alive, and most were in good health, but the future looked grim. —
The fourth person was a farmer working out of a small town south of the equator, and so far there had not been much impact from the Doomsday war itself. There was some haze in the air from the few H-bombs that had been exploded in the Southern Hemisphere, but they had been thousands of miles away, and the radiation had dropped to the point where it wouldn’t make people sick, at least in the short run. The media was full of stories of the awful war, and how stupid those foreign northern people were for doing what they did, and there were questions of where they were going to sell their crops now that their markets no longer existed. There was some talk of building fallout shelters, and laying up food and water supplies, but because all of this war problem was so very far away, and people were generally poor anyway it didn’t make sense to waste a lot of time and money on something which didn’t seem necessary. —
The fifth person was in a Lifehaven, and the supply ship had arrived with new routine turnover of fresh people, and the fresh supplies. They were welcome as they had been planned for as part of the Doomsday scenario contingency plan, and seen to their quarters, but then the facility was locked down, and every effort was being made to make it impregnable to armed outside interlopers. This whole facility had been designed from the beginning to be made up of people from around the world, and to be absolutely non threatening to the outside world, but at the same time absolutely impenetrable to armed intervention. This was the reason for locating the Lifehavens so very far from other human communities. It had to be that way because this facility was created to sustain a seed population of people, plants, and animals, and if there were more people admitted there would not be enough to sustain them all. So rather than let the late arriving survivors in and have everyone starve it was planned to keep everyone out who wasn’t invited. This take-no-visitors policy was broadcast worldwide so people would know that they had a better chance of trying to survive where they found themselves.