[WP] There’s a strong geomagnetic storm that ruins all digital data stored in different formats around the world. All communication networks around the world are affected in someway by it. The NSC is suggesting that this is a very well coordinated attack against humanity and it is no accident.

 It’s a dull afternoon in my mountain valley cabin. My phone screen has started to flicker about 10 minutes ago. Was it the infrequent signal due to my mountain cabin again? Darn this weather, I swear it can stop me from thinking sometimes. I look outside it seems more grey than usual, yet on an unfamiliar note, there is no rain, just constant lightening. I can’t believe my eyes. I’m seeing lightening every second. 
Nothing different than a usual mountain storm though. I walk into my kitchen and brew some tea. Two sugar cubes and one single cube of ice. The perfect drink for this kind of weather. I turn on my radio and sit on the table facing the window. It’s a local program about the news within the closest town. I drink my tea with both hands on the cup and close my eyes. The breeze from my open window hitting me in the face. I drift into dreamland, thinking of my family. Suddenly there’s static over the radio and my eyes shoot open:
“WE INTERRUPT THIS LOCAL PROGRAMING TO INFORM YOU THAT THERE IS A GLOBAL EVENT OCCURING RIGHT NOW. GSC INDICATES THAT IT IS A GEOMAGNETIC STORM OF UNFORSEEN PROPORTIONS. METEOROLOGISTS ARE STUNNED BY ITS MAGNITUDE. THIS IS GOING TO BE A FIRST FOR THE WORLD. CITY CENTERS AROUND THE GLOBE ARE REPORTING THE COMPLETE FAILURE OF PHONE, COMPUTER, SMART HOLOTELES, AND GPS STORAGE COMPARTMENTS. THEY ARE REPORTED TO BE FAILING. PLEASE STAND BY FOR FURTHER INFORMATION”.
I realize I’m not breathing, although I am 200 miles away from any given town I am always close enough to receive the local news, yet I believe that this one was on a national broadcast frequency. My theory is confirmed by the noise of the emergency alert tone from the NSC hitting my now defunct phone and the radio. The Air Raid sirens from the Old War of Human’s Past blares in the distant for the first time in four hundred years. My Smart Holotele turns on automatically displaying the emergency message that was just told to me over the air. 
I rush over to the closet in my bedroom and pull out my go-ruck filled with 3 days of supplies. If this is finally happening, the end of the world, I need to move constantly: no one survives staying put. I grab my trusty KA-BAR my father gave me, wrap a bandana around my face, and move towards the door. I stop. This is it, it’s time for survival on its rawest form imaginable. My expression is blank, I look towards the door then back towards the nightstand in my bedroom, I remember what I was missing in my ruck. I rush back, I grab the portrait of my family. They’re two thousand miles away from me, this is my way of staying close to them. My way of keeping my sanity in this newly insane climate. I guide it into my ruck, zip it up, and hoist it on my back. It’s time to move. This geo-storm is going to wreck the world and I don’t want to be anywhere near the havoc. The chaos, the gloom, the death. I want to be away from it all. Away from the storm that will destroy the world. Alone…and on my own.
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