Earth’’s Survivors Rising From The Ashes

As he went he looked over the houses he passed. Most were partly, and some were completely destroyed. He felt as though he were in a bad dream. He knew he wasn’t though, as he had closed his eyes to blink away the sights several times to no avail. He had also pinched his left cheek until his eye had begun to water. No good. It was still there. He had done acid once, but only once, back in the seventies, and he had heard about flashbacks, and this could maybe be one, and he had been drinking pretty damn heavily yesterday, and...
He spotted a young woman sitting on the curb three houses down and walked up to her. She tilted her tear streaked and puffy face up to him as he approached.
＂Is this a dream?＂ he asked when he stopped.
＂No, it’s no dream,＂ she replied as she slowly shook her head.
＂Where have you been since last night? Didn’t you hear the noise? Didn’t you feel it?＂
Conner recalled the noise that had awakened him during the night. The noise he had thought was only an extension of the strange dream.
＂Well, I thought it was a dream, you know, but I did hear a storm, or something, but I didn’t think it was a big deal... you know, they can get loud sometimes, but... What happened?＂
＂Yellowstone blew up,＂ she said simply. ＂Didn’t you see the TV?＂
Conner shook his head.
＂Well,＂ the young woman continued, ＂anyhow that’s what happened. They cut in to the TV last night; I was watching... you know, and they cut in and said that the Yellowstone caldera was going to fracture because of how close the meteor came. I came outside to see, and, well there was nothing to see at first.., and then the ground started shaking, so I ran to get back inside. But the whole bottom floor of the building was gone.＂ She shrugged.