[ WP ] Every single imaginable apocalypse happens simultaneously .

For the last six months my wife and I had been worried sick. If we did n't find enough food soon there was no way that she, myself and more importantly our child would survive the winter. After the third phase we guessed that there was less than 1,000 survivors, considering that we had n't come across anyone for years and years. The first ten years after it ended had gone by slowly, a haze, we as a race had returned to our hunter gather phase. My wife and I collected as much paper as we could and wrote down as much as we could. WE collected as many books as we could find. We crammed as much information as we could into our bunker. The next five years we spent cramming up on food. We got as much as we could, but then she got pregnant and we knew it was n't enough. At first we kicked ourselves for our mistake. How could we be so careless. Then we realized that what we had done was actually a beautiful thing. We could resurrect our species, humanity could survive. My wife and I agreed eventually we could find someone else in the world, hopefully they would have made the same beautiful mistake we had. All that information we had though, and there was one more thing I wanted to write. 
 
 The wind beat my face and caked on layer upon layer of sand. I flipped over the aluminum trash can lid that I had been staring at for twenty minutes. This was likely my last hope and it was a small one. There, however, in all its irony was the piece of trash I had been searching for. Paper. I took the half melted pen in my hand and began. 
 
 *This may be the last scrap of paper on the planet. I was so glad that I found it I cried for hours, but that probably is n't the reason I'm crying. Son when you finally read this I want you to know that your mother and I did everything with you in mind. You need to know our story, but not from a scrap of paper. Your mother will tell you all you need to know. I love you. Have a good life son. * 
 
 I started my walk back home and began thinking of all the wonderful things my son would accomplish. He may be president one day, considering there wo n't be to many other candidates. I left my note with my wife and kissed her hard on the lips then kissed my son on the forehead. I climbed up the later and out the hatch. I reached in my pocket and pulled out my salvation, and more importantly my son's. The cold steel felt good on my forehead. I smiled and saved my son.
