Well, that didn't work.
I got the old car running an' all ready fer what wuz coming. It'd run when all them fancy new cars were EMP'd outa their sirkits.
Problem wuz, weren't no EMP. Nuttin high burst bout this. Tires 'n hoses melted, bat'ry 'sploded, most evrything burnt up.
Pa sez we can't stay out long. Papa's saved us fer sure, built when he was a kid in the '50s. He's cussin' a blue streak, all that EMP prep fer nuttin. At least whoever nuked us won't attack. Too hot...it's time to go back down.
I wonder who won.
