Hours before the sky would finally stop glowing red, the old man resigned himself to the fact he would never step safely outside again. He sat quietly in his bunker surveying what remained of the world through a stack of television sets each tuned to a different frequency.  As the broadcast stations all died, so did his hope for what the future might now hold.  Unable to tear his eyes away from the static emptiness dancing before him, he willed himself into a mental euphoria to escape this new bleak reality.  Lulled into a deep sleep from the gentle breeze-like hum of the static, he became entombed within his own mind - and never returned. / 2000x1514 / 31 MB / MP4