Alex heard the reports on the nightly news his father always had playing in the background. Threats of nuclear Armageddon were becoming ominously commonplace. Still, he never thought he'd live to see the day that the rhetoric became reality.
He thought wrong.
He and his father raced for the military Cryo-Facility as reports poured in from England and the US of nuclear missile launches from both sides. He kept checking the rear-view mirror, hoping to glimpse his mother's car.
Alex's father tried to reassure him that his mother would make it to safety. There was still time. Alex closed his eyes in his cryopod and said a silent prayer for his mother.
He awoke to blaring klaxons and flashing lights. The people in the pods beside him were dead. He was completely alone. Fifty-two years had passed.
Now Alex ventures into a world he does not know. He will try to find his father, who might yet live, and his mother, who surely couldn't have survived, in the After.
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