[ WP ] Its been 4 days since the biggest solar flare in history took out the power grid . A well educated homeless man smiles as he sits watching the city burn in the valley below . Why is he smiling ?

The gunshot echoed throughout the buildings as Joey lay dead, bleeding from the head. Joey did not die exactly all at once. The head shot entered and exited in such a way that left him to expire only after a series of seizures and convulsions that stiffened his body upon death. His lifelong best friend, Jeff, having just pulled the trigger, stood in shock as memories of when they were a kid flashed through his mind. It did n't matter. Jeff was being distracted from his main goal today. His goal, he remembered, was more important than what had just occurred. Jeff leans down, and picks up all four one gallon containers of fresh water. Finally, his wife and kids will drink tonight. It has been four days since they had any drinkable water and signs of acute dehydration had set in. He had to bear the dangers of going out into the broiling hot city, armed only with a gun his father-in-law had given him just 3 days prior. He was accurate and experienced with guns, however did not keep any in his sky-rise apartment due to the kids. 
 
 The looting and robbing escalated ten fold every hour. The first day, people looted luxuries. Soon after the TV's and entertainment system's were all stolen looters turned to food. Dubbed, the smarter looters, they were the type of people who planned ahead. Food and water were their main concern. On the third day, the killing escalated in step with the frequency of looting and robbing. As the realization that everything electronic would never again properly work, word spread that officials confirmed it was a massive solar flare that fried all electronics. The forth day left only those who dared stay in the city, for it was too dangerous- looters, decomposition of those dead, risk of disease, but most importantly- no running water. The dehydration was too much for most to bear, turning them desperate. A zombie like apocalypse had begun. 
 
 The old homeless man smiled from long above the city. He had lived there for years, living off the land- surviving on his own. He would have no problem finding drinking water. He would have no worries of being robbed. He had nothing of value. For him, the chaos below was mere entertainment. He would watch as those few who survived would do so living as he did, according to his personal theories on how humans should live with respect to the Earth. Feeling vindicated, the old homeless man could not stop smiling.
