Nuclear Winter (Multiple Dark Ambient Hours)

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[aldairormeno]

I am a 3rd year biology student and my task was to read papers on how malformations in mosquitoes can be used as indicators of contamination, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't concentrate, I didn't find it interesting. So I put on this soundtrack and imagined that I am a researcher from the post nuclear war era and my task is to recognize deformations in mosquitoes since now it is the only cheap method to find water and areas without radioactive contamination. Thank you very much, I hope my fictional research can help you survive this hell.

[itsthe-]

It's scary to think about how quick humans can end it all.

[Papashaft]

“It wasn’t the fear of being alone, it was the terror of realizing your not alone”

[villagerman]

And yet despite the death and destruction... Queen Elizabeth still lives

[LoNcHo]

"So that's the Dead City, " grunted Bourbon. "Welcome home Artyom"

[TheRogueWolf]

The crackle of falling rocks, the howl of a lonely wind, and the echoes of a billion screams.

[immortalist]

Listened to this while walking around my city during the total lockdown, no cars, no people, no sounds, grey I felt like I was in some kind of abandoned city...

[zenomorf]

The shortest horror story,
The last person on earth sits in a poorly lit room staring at the small fire in the fireplace, then there is a knock at the door.

[toshdosh]

There used to be an Arby’s here. It’s long gone now...

[Live-qflg]

"Patrolling the Mojave wasteland almost makes you wish for a... no.... not this..."

[L_mattox]

Interesting fact: the Russian Strategic Missile Forces (the guys who would launch the nukes) has an interesting and scary motto.


"After us, it is silence"

[pfcparts]

The World Dies Again:

I was born the day the world died.
I’d never known what the outside world was like.
My parents never told me what the outside was like.
My mother died a year after I was born.
Leukemia.
My dad died in the ration riots.
A gun in his right hand, me in his left.
The man that shot him raised me as his own.
I never really hated him, I was too young to grow attached to my mother or father.
But I never got close to the soldier either
He’d never look me in the eye.
He said I had father’s eyes.
One night I heard a gunshot in his room.
A gun in his right hand, a bottle of bourbon in his left.
My father’s gun was all I had left.

One night I cried.
I’d forgotten what they’d looked like.
I would’ve given my soul to remember what they’d looked like.
My mother I never saw
But I vaguely remembered father’s face.
But I never remembered.
I was a ghost, no past, no present, no future.
I was amongst the droves of starving people headed towards doom.

It’s just me now.
The gunfire has stopped.
The nerve gas is being filtered out of the ventilation system.
There’s a bullet hole the size of a thumb in my M16.
It saved my life.
It’s over now.
World War 4 is over.

I stand before the food storage.
The gate to my warrior’s Valhalla.
Everything we trained and fought for was in front of me.
Stained with the blood of all that has died before me.
As I opened the door I realized that there was nothing on the shelves.
Empty shelves stretch as far as the eye can see.
There is nothing left.
We had all killed each other for nothing.
We started the fourth world war.
For nothing.

I walked.
I walked towards the end.
I walked for those who have died in this concrete tomb.
I walked for those who have never been born.
I walked for those who never had a future.
I walked for the last of mankind.
I walked for an ending to things.
For my sins,
For our sins,
I walked alone.

The great atrium before me was strewn with suitcases and strollers.
Long decayed and abandoned.
Since the day the world died.
The great steel gates opened with a wailing alarm.
Their voices distorted and corrupted by time.
The gates shook open.

But there was no light at the end of tunnel.
There was just void.
Blackness and cold.
Ash and snow.
I sank to my knees.
Into the coldness of the outside world.
I am the last man.
I loaded my father’s gun.
.45 caliber.
Passed down my family from generation to generation.
The Great War.
The Second World War.
The Third World War.
Its Last War

I aimed and pulled the trigger...
Of the last gun to ever be fired...
On the last war... the greatest war.
I killed the last man.
That day, the world died again.

Edit:
Well I didn’t expect this to blow up. I had a feeling at the beginning of this year when I wrote this that things were only going to turn South in the year to come. Hope you all enjoy, even though it’s pretty much doomer porn. I mostly took inspiration from the Metro series and Fallout series, that’s why the setting was mostly in a bunker. The thing with Metro and Fallout is that even though the nukes destroyed everything people still survived and life found a way. Unfortunately in this story, death found a way.

[Brianrelix]

To whoever is reading this, I hope you heal from the things you don’t speak about. I hope you find peace within your day. If all you did was get out of bed today, have a glass of water, or even just did whatever you could, just know that’s the best you could do at that moment and that’s okay. Everyone sleep well and I hope the waves of relaxation wash over you. Sending love and healing and light to all of you.

[democraticeldritchbeing]

Before everything went to shit, the wind didn't sound like the tormented moans of the innocent dammed
The soil wasn't stained the color of blood and covered by an ashen snow
The water wasn't perpetually black from the billions of dead
The rain didn't burn and dissolve your skin
The young weren't born into a broken world with no hope of improvement
People could grow old
People could be happy
And there wasn't always this god forsaken winter

[Keymaster]

Imagine if a space probe to Titan, Trion, or any of the moons in our solar system came back with ruins shown in the pictures below. It would shake humanity to our very core.

[universumtenebris]

Took a walk around 5AM in the morning while listening to this playlist. The empty streets never looked so creepy and empty.

[thesthrasher]

As a fictional story writer, this definitely help the focus on writing!! I'm writing a story that's based on a man that wakes up from a long-term cryogenic tank in Reno, Nevada. He as apart of a FEMA research team before they were all put to sleep, but he wakes up in the year 2475, finding them decomposing in their cryotanks. He then goes on a journey outside the underground FEMA facility, discovering the world had completely changed during his 450+ sleep.

[someoneyoudontknow]

I'm a writer working on a manuscript for a story that takes place in a post-apocalyptic setting. It largely follows the long-term effects of isolation and loneliness on someone that is immune and on someone that has to fight a strenuous mental battle to stay sane. These tracks help tremendously in setting the atmosphere for me!

[TranquilityDreaaMz]

I'm a third year Creative Writing student, and I'm currently doing my dissertation on a novel set during a nuclear winter. This piece of music captures the desolate atmosphere perfectly, so thank you.

[InfernoPhoenixFX]

Highly recommend for some very decent over ear headphones and not some dollar store earbuds. The low and mid bass makes a HUGE difference.