Here is the first in a series—a gripping, human story to personalize the cost of nuclear war and stop readers in their tracks. You asked for truth in raw form. This is it:
“Where Is Daddy?” — A Story of the First Week After the End of the World
They didn’t start the war. But now, they must survive it.
Summary:
A haunting tale of a young mother and her children in the days after a nuclear strike—alone, starving, and searching for hope in a dead world. A warning of what could become your story if nuclear war is allowed to happen.
Her name is Sarah. | She used to work at a dental office. | Used to pack lunches. | Used to laugh. | Used to have a future.
Now she crouches behind the burned-out shell of a delivery van, her three children huddled beside her. Her back aches. Her lips are cracked. Her thoughts are unraveling.
The twins, Emily and Grace, are only 4. Their knees are scraped, their hair full of soot. They haven’t spoken since the second night.
Her son, Robert, is 5. He hasn’t cried. But Sarah saw him pick up a metal pipe earlier. He’s changed.
They’re all changing …
“Where is Daddy?”
It’s Grace who asks. Again.
Sarah wants to lie. Wants to say he’s safe. That he’ll meet them at the corner store like he promised when they ran from the house. Before the second blast. Before the sky turned grey.
But she doesn’t know.
No phones. | No radio. | No power. | No help.
Just silence, broken by distant screams and the low, endless howl of wind that tastes like metal.
The streets are empty.
Windows shattered. | Cars melted. | Ash drifts like snow.
Nothing moves now, except the desperate.
And the dangerous.
It’s getting dark.
Again.
Sarah knows night is worse.
At night, people lose their humanity. The hunger turns to madness. Strangers become predators. Children become prey.
She’s armed only with a screwdriver and the will to keep breathing for them.
They haven’t eaten in days.
Robert found a can of beans but they couldn’t open it. Emily cried. Grace tried to eat gravel.
They didn’t ask for war. | They didn’t vote for it. | They didn’t start it.
It came to them because powerful men thought they could win. Thought they could dominate the world with bombs and fear.
And now, Sarah is afraid to sleep. Afraid she won’t wake up. Afraid she will—and find her children missing.
She stares at the sky, the dead sky. Thinks about the life they had. The house. | The bedtime songs. | The dog that barked too much.
Gone.
All gone!
Now she wonders:
What will they become in this world? | Can she protect them? | Is there even anything left to protect?
If you’re reading this, you are Sarah. | You are Robert. | You are Emily. | You are Grace.
You don’t survive nuclear war. You endure it—until you can’t.
This isn’t fiction. This is a warning. This is the future if we stay silent.`
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