Well, my friend and I are planning a project Fallout fanfic that will be sorta like a movie series. I was hoping that the Great War would of lasted at least a day though. Hmm... we can make somthing out of two hours I guess
It would be safe to assume that those 2 hours would have seemed like an eternity. Movies have been documented as such, Cloverfield represents a real-time series of events for example. And most movies rely on around 90 - 270 minutes of footage. I'm sure that the 2 hours of nuclear mayhem would make a pretty good movie. Imagine the panic and dismay as civilisation braces itself for its inevitable destruction, possibly breaking down before the bombs even hit. The media broadcasts to a nation too preoccupied to listen, sirens moan to life as the evacuation of areas fortunate enough to be within reach of Vaults are put into place. The military flying overhead in great numbers, intent on making their way to safety and sealing a nation to their fate. Communication is silenced in other parts of the world as they're sent asunder. Rioting and crime prevail in the confusion, others fall to their knees in the streets and pray, belief of a god meaning very little. Families hudle together, parents clutching their children tight, telling them everything is going to be okay and that they love them very much, oblivious that in a few moments there will be nothing left of their hideaway but ash and dust. And all this leading to the climix of the missiles touching down in the locale of the movie's setting, the scream of the warhead seconds before its midair detonation, the warhead blows but not a sound is heard, the might of god in the eyes of anyone brave enough to have the fortune to see the sky, until a sudden crack of thunder as the air the soundwaves travel on touchdown in time for the mayhem to ensue, the explosion and shockwaves combine, causing death and destruction in a matter of seconds, buildings are blown apart and discintegrate like burning paper, the earth is split open as the ground is torn from its foundation, no time for screams. A quiet and eery aftermath follows, the sounds of nuclear devastation in the distance as other warheads touch down thousands of miles away, secondary shockwaves from other bombs plague the locale every few minutes, upsetting the silence before the baren tranquility is restored. Survivors begin to emerge in the blinding, choking dust, bloodied and broken, the radiation taking an immediate effect as the sickeness finds its way into anyone still unfortunate enough to be alive, the sounds of great suffering and saddness resonating and carrying its deathly tone to anyone still able to hear.
As an example.