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The Impact Of Women's Impact On The Lives Of The World War?

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Two years after WW3, the world is still utterly devastated. Nuclear bombs raining from the sky and anarchy in the streets have resulted in a decimated population. Lawlessness and a resurgence in travelling, raiding criminal warbands have resulted in even more death, having a huge impact on the most vulnerable surviving members of the human race, women and children. Women are a rare sight these days, and are never seen unless under the care or command of at least one male. Most women not under the protection of loving fathers or husbands have become little more than slaves to men who find them. Children are an even rare sight, kept close to home and protection, hidden away at the first sight of other human life. While few men – even the …show more content…

Waited on hand and foot as he lay in bed, waiting for his life to slip away. But that time was long gone. His sons and their wives were dead. His grandchildren were dead. All except little Alice. And Alice was far too young and vulnerable to let her face his death alone, unaided. So Craig Weathers, who had been born screaming his lungs out on a wintery day in 1938, dug his own grave. He told Alice it was going to be a pit to compost in, he would line it with bricks come springtime and they would compost in it. He spent long hours writing in his journal he planned to leave Alice. Stories of their family. Advice to her. Information on planting, on the open wild land surrounding their farmhouse, on anything and everything he could think of. He asked that she name her firstborn son after his father, James Weathers. He told her over and over again how much he loved her. He wrote stories of her father’s childhood, of his romance of her mother. All these things he told her in his journal, because he could not bear to worry her. He would not tell her until the last possible second. That last second came on a bitterly cold February day. The skies were leaden gray. Craig woke up doubled over in agony, dry-heaving. He tried to stand, and fell to the floor. Dragging himself across the floor he forced himself up on shaky legs, fumbling in the drawer in the small table by his bedroom door. Pulling out a cream

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