Post-apocalyptia has become almost the default setting for fiction lately. Nuclear bombs come, wipe out all life, and then every story is about a guy, or gal, trying to knit jaw bones together to murder their way back to civilization. Or something about teens being subjected to weird murderous trials to make serums. I don’t know, it doesn’t always make sense. Maybe a story about life after the apocalypse could not be about giant bombs or viruses gone crazy? What about a world that just doesn’t care because they all know it’s going to be over anyway? A sort of, pre-pacolypse maybe? I bet there’s a great series of detective stories set in that sort of setting!
Spoiler warning: there totes is.
Stand Like Mountain, Flow Like River 