One 1.1[1]
Tommy felt the blast of the nuclear explosion more than he saw it though there was some view seen through the corner of his polarized goggles. The goggles saved his eye sight from being damaged. He did not know it, at least not then, but it was the very last nuclear explosion to take place in the terrible nuclear war of 1977AD. The dream had ended of the Age of Atomic Wonders that had arisen through out the 1950s, had gone smoothly in the 1960s, and which had gone bad in the 1970s.
Tommy hunkered down in the ditch, in his United States Army body-armor, helmet and fatigues. He held an AKM16A2 autorifle, a type of weapon adopted by both the Soviets and Capits for reasons never made clear to most. The gun was sturdy, reliable, compact and hard hitting; it could also take a wide range of attachments on top and below the barrel; best of all it had a built in can opener and a bottle opener.
Tommy waited until the tremors passed. The new type nuclear weapons did not spread much fallout compared to older kinds but they did enough to worry about. When the noise, of the blast, was gone it was replaced by an awful silence that covered a once great city that never rested, that always had at least some noise to be heard. He did not try to fool himself; he was frightened, lonely and desperate. He needed to calm himself and think clearly about getting back to his unit, if any of them had survived. For the moment he did not think of other options.
There was the terrible booming crash of a large building crashing down but this was also followed by an awful silence.
He began to move, following the bottom of the ditch that had been part of urban fighting between Capit and Soviet forces but later matters had changed, alliances had shifted, as new threats arose. He paused to loot a long dead US Marine of anything useful, taking the dog-tags so as to hopefully pass them onto somebody who could honor them properly. There were some canned rations, a single MRE, loose bullets, a combat knife and other items he added to his webbing, of pouch dotted belts, and backpack.
He came to the end of the ditch and set out through an area of rubble, an unplanned maze of heaps of debris and clear areas. In the 1970s the Wastelands first appeared and began to expand. In that year, despite all efforts to stop it, efforts that had only slowed it, the Wastelands covered quite large areas of the world. Now the nuclear war had added to the decimation of the world as survivors had fought over the dwindlig fertile zones. That is apart from those that had fled into space or deep beneath the ground or who had saught a better future in other ways.
Tommy found a metal utility hatch, horizontal and inset into a concrete slab, and was soon going underground. Washington DC had the Overcity, now much destroyed, the Midcity of Subways and other networks, and the dark infamous Undercity. Tommy did not use a torch, fearing such would attract dangerous attention, but instead relied upon his goggles to give him night-vision.