The World after Nukes From Vlad and Biden, the air is polluted and toxic in most countries, and plants and trees all died out, Anyone in Europe, North America, and Asia are most likely to die with a 99% kill rate, and South America is thriving with only a 50% kill rate which most of them were older generations, they are the new roman empire in the new world. The water levels keep rising and rising. The heat has been increasing year by year. It is scorching hot almost every day now, and the humidity has not been helping. Tokyo, Japan, Mumbai, India, and New York City, United States, are underwater or nuclear wastelands. Many cities have been lost to the ocean, and the North and the South Pole is now a new land mass that hasn't been uncovered since before the last Ice Age. Homes that once were inhabited by families with pets now belong to the sea. We are running out of food and clean water. Air conditioning, food, and clean water are rationed out, but it is barely enough. Being homeless is a death sentence—the heat from the Sun will burn you out in just an hour. The fashion industry has turned into something only the rich can enjoy deep down in their bunkers. The standard of living is well below what it used to be, and it continues to drop as our Earth rotates. There are severe weather warnings everywhere, every day; people are lucky to get the warning in time. We can no longer keep up with the energy supplies needed to maintain schools and fun activities. Art is seen as a waste of resources and is heavily discouraged. Sports are too tiring due to the excess heat and are outlawed because of the dangers of heat exhaustion.
Potential for Nuclear War
This map shows the white house after the nuke hit New York.
This map from the University of Boulder, Colorado, shows which areas would be most affected by the aftermath of a nuclear war between America and Russia.
Paragraph Two: From Dystopia into Utopia - Tenzin D
After the effects of nuclear warfare with the two world superpowers, most of the Northern Hemisphere was rendered basically inhospitable while leaving the rest of Earth gravely affected by its fallout. With only the rich and fortunate having bunkers from the outside elements, most of the remaining populace are stuck sheltering from the sun, sea, and air of the apocalypse. But a tropical group beneath the shadow of the mountainous rainforests of Costa Rica made its mark as an oasis in what's left of the surface world. They were dubbed the "Green Veil" or "Velo Verde" in their home tongue and provided an alternative means of shelter for the people there. With land high enough from the shoreline and vegetation to protect from the sun and pollution, the community thrived where others would have died off. Underneath caves and cliffs hides more technological equipment fueled by hydropower to combat heat and water issues, with food also being foraged and traded with the few friendly bunkers nearby. This trade also acquires more novelty commodities such as clothing, technology, and more. Though it is still tough to live there, the challenges create a sense of comradery within the wooden walls of the group. As time passes, the group will secure more of the mountainside forests with their people and outsource their goods for trade with others they meet.
This picture has an example of a house in the rainforest.
Paragraph Three - Isaiah and Miranda
“I think there’s just survival out there, Jeevan. I think you should go out there and try to survive” (Mandel 183).
“‘You don’t have to understand it,’ she said. ‘It’s mine’” (Mandel 87).
This picture depicts how dreary and dead most of the world is.
Isaiah Short Journal Entry 1:
I am Jose, a Costa Rican farmer who formed Velo Verde with my friend Pablo. We now live in the green forest of Monteverde with diverse and beautiful wildlife. Our group has grown to over a hundred farmers who all used to farm cocaine for the cartel in the forest. We have no power and live off the land, using our familiarity and ability to make drugs to medicate our people and survive with some sanity when reduced to primitive life. Living in the forest has been a beautiful experience. We wake up to birds chirping and the rustling of leaves. We have learned to appreciate the simple things in life, like the taste of fresh fruits and vegetables that we grow ourselves. Our group has become like a family, and we all work together to ensure everyone is cared for. It has been challenging, though. We had to leave our old lives behind and start anew. But we knew that we couldn't continue to farm cocaine for the cartel, and we wanted to change our lives positively. It's been a challenging journey, but we are proud of our accomplishments. Now, we live in harmony with nature and have a newfound appreciation for the world around us. We may not have much, but we have each other, and that's all that matters.
This picture depicts part of the rainforest.
Isaiah Short Journal Entry 2:
Today, my friend Pablo is getting married to his farmer wife, Lajuana. It's a beautiful day in Costa Rica, and the sun shines brightly. Lajuana is almost like Costa Rican royalty, even though she wasn't born into a farming family like us. She was an orphan; her whole family was in America during the bombings. I remember when she first came to us, she had a panic attack and ran into the woods. But we found her and helped her through it. Over time, she began to see us in a better light, and our teamwork and survival skills changed her opinion of us.
Isaiah Short Journal Entry 3:
The marriage ceremony was unlike anything I've ever seen before. Our marriages are signified by swinging on a vine or rope together while hugging and kissing. It's a symbol of unity and strength. Pablo and Lajuana swung together, a beautiful sight to see. They got on the vine apart and left united as one front. We all watched and lit fires and ate the best of our berries. It was a day to remember.
Isaiah Short Journal Entry 1:
I am Jose, a Costa Rican farmer who formed Velo Verde with my friend Pablo. We now live in the green forest of Monteverde with diverse and beautiful wildlife. Our group has grown to over a hundred farmers who all used to farm cocaine for the cartel in the forest. We have no power and live off the land, using our familiarity and ability to make drugs to medicate our people and survive with some sanity when reduced to primitive life. Living in the forest has been a beautiful experience. We wake up to birds chirping and the rustling of leaves. We have learned to appreciate the simple things in life, like the taste of fresh fruits and vegetables that we grow ourselves. Our group has become like a family, and we all work together to ensure everyone is cared for. It has been challenging, though. We had to leave our old lives behind and start anew. But we knew that we couldn't continue to farm cocaine for the cartel, and we wanted to change our lives positively. It's been a challenging journey, but we are proud of our accomplishments. Now, we live in harmony with nature and have a newfound appreciation for the world around us. We may not have much, but we have each other, and that's all that matters.
This picture depicts part of the rainforest.
Isaiah Short Journal Entry 2:
Today, my friend Pablo is getting married to his farmer wife, Lajuana. It's a beautiful day in Costa Rica, and the sun shines brightly. Lajuana is almost like Costa Rican royalty, even though she wasn't born into a farming family like us. She was an orphan; her whole family was in America during the bombings. I remember when she first came to us, she had a panic attack and ran into the woods. But we found her and helped her through it. Over time, she began to see us in a better light, and our teamwork and survival skills changed her opinion of us.
This picture shows a strong vine in the rainforest.
Isaiah Short Journal Entry 3:
The marriage ceremony was unlike anything I've ever seen before. Our marriages are signified by swinging on a vine or rope together while hugging and kissing. It's a symbol of unity and strength. Pablo and Lajuana swung together, a beautiful sight to see. They got on the vine apart and left united as one front. We all watched and lit fires and ate the best of our berries. It was a day to remember.
This picture depicts another view of the rainforest.
Miranda Short Journal Entry 4:
My family and I live in an underground cave in the Velo Verde. My name is Cara, and I forage daily to help my family and community. I have been told I’m a teenager now, but I don’t know when I was born. My little sister, Amelie, and I will forage for fruits today. Our reserve at home is running low. While my sister and I look around us, we see the beautiful vegetation that grows around us. Looking up, we see the trees covering the sky with sunshine shining through the cracks of the branches. All of a sudden, Amelie lets out a little squeal. I quickly look over at her and see something in her hands. It looked old and worn down, but it was sphere-shaped and reminded me of my parents’ discussion about sports. There used to be games called soccer and football. Immediately, I take the ball away from Amelie. “We’re not supposed to have these anymore. Where did you find this?” With tears in her eyes, Amelie says, “It was underneath this log. Please can we bring it home? Please.” As always, I cannot say no to her. I put the withered ball into my bag, and we continued to forage for fruit. Today, we found a patch of mangoes. After filling the rest of my pack with mangoes, Amelie and I head back to our cave. We started wondering out loud if we could play with the ball in the cave. How would they know? With each step we took, I could feel my heartbeat getting faster and faster. I have never broken a rule before! But this is a harmless rule to break.
Miranda Short Journal Entry 4:
My family and I live in an underground cave in the Velo Verde. My name is Cara, and I forage daily to help my family and community. I have been told I’m a teenager now, but I don’t know when I was born. My little sister, Amelie, and I will forage for fruits today. Our reserve at home is running low. While my sister and I look around us, we see the beautiful vegetation that grows around us. Looking up, we see the trees covering the sky with sunshine shining through the cracks of the branches. All of a sudden, Amelie lets out a little squeal. I quickly look over at her and see something in her hands. It looked old and worn down, but it was sphere-shaped and reminded me of my parents’ discussion about sports. There used to be games called soccer and football. Immediately, I take the ball away from Amelie. “We’re not supposed to have these anymore. Where did you find this?” With tears in her eyes, Amelie says, “It was underneath this log. Please can we bring it home? Please.” As always, I cannot say no to her. I put the withered ball into my bag, and we continued to forage for fruit. Today, we found a patch of mangoes. After filling the rest of my pack with mangoes, Amelie and I head back to our cave. We started wondering out loud if we could play with the ball in the cave. How would they know? With each step we took, I could feel my heartbeat getting faster and faster. I have never broken a rule before! But this is a harmless rule to break.
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