Greg pulled himself into the ruins of his house from his bomb shelter. He blinked his eyes squinting into the bright sun as his vision adjusted. The paranoid look on his face slowly turned to a sly smile as he scanned the burning rubble of the city in the distance
His mercenary lifestyle had finally paid off. While all those carefree impeciles had been out partying on New Years Eve he had been huddled safely in his bomb shelter with his food stores and his weapon collection.
Now he stepped out onto the charred ground burnt to a crisp by the nuclear holocaust. The computers had triggered the missile silos to release their weapons precisely one minute after midnight January 1st, 2000 just as he had predicted. He stared over at the city of New York intently. In his mind it was all his. He was sure no one else there could have survived; he had barely had enough food and water himself.
He began walking toward the red glow of the city that was hard to distinguish from the red glow of the setting sun behind the ash-filled atmosphere. Just then he heard a sound that filled him with terror and stopped him in his tracks. He turned slowly to face the thing he knew was there.
"Hey buddy," said Chuck, Greg's neighbor, the most irritating, idiotic man he had ever met. "So, you survived too, neighbor!" Chuck exclaimed as he pulled a twig off a charred tree and speared a hot dog with it. "Luckily, I was in my basement with my extra refrigerator. Hey, you want a hot dog?" He held it over the still red hot coals that had been his front porch.
With a miserable look on his face, Greg crawled back into his bomb shelter and slammed shut the door to wait for starvation or a more discriminating apocalypse.
