It was 2039 when the war began… and ended the world. 

The mentions of blue skies, a field of green grass and rich fresh air, it seemed like a fairytale told by the elderly that had supposedly once lived in such conditions. 

But whether it was the truth or not, it mattered very little when all that remained were clouds of dark that never became white, rivers that looked sickly and were in a deep shade of green, and the lands appeared to be dead and scorched.

Fortunately, there were still ways to earn ‘money’ to make a living.

That’s as far as my concerns go.