The world did not end in a single moment.
It ended in flashes.
In fire.
In silence.
Then screaming.
Hours after the nuclear launches, entire continents had transformed into burning graveyards beneath rising mushroom clouds and collapsing skies.
The atmosphere itself looked wounded.
Dark smoke columns stretched upward across the planet while ash drifted through the air like black snow. Communication networks had collapsed almost everywhere. Satellites stopped responding one by one as electromagnetic pulses crippled infrastructure across entire regions.
Human civilization had been decapitated in less than an hour.
In what remained of Washington D.C., the capital no longer existed as a functioning city.
The White House was gone.
The Capitol Building was gone.
