This is Dystopia

One year.

There's been no other year identical to the one that just passed.

Though we wish there will be no more, we face another one. If no action is taken, we face many more years of death, chaos, and decay.

But the last one is interesting.

Do you rot, or simply dry up in a desert as arid as the deserts of Arizona?

We bury the bodies now, but how about when there's no one left? What do we do when we have no energy left to lift our heads, let alone carry a shovel?

Dr. Smith says if this goes on, there will be no one left. Few tally the death toll, but they're dying. We're all dying.

Few doctors and scientists remain. They say we're doomed.

I say differently. I have an idea that will save us all.

One year, Sadie Jonhson's opening rings in my head, followed by her closing sentence: I have an idea that will save us all.

She said save us, not sustain us.

Johnson lived one year in utter chaos, so a few years underground might've seemed appealing. As a lifelong resident of an underground city, chaos sounds appealing to me. Even if utter chaos is "something we've never experienced in the history of Earth itself" (Dr. Ryan M. Smith, It's Time to Flee, section five).

I need to see some of this desert fungus for myself before I believe Dr. Smith's theories. He says that climate change has made the earth so warm that it's evaporating water containing Valley Fever, and now it's raining fungus. As far as I'm concerned, water doesn't come from the sky, it comes from the ground, and it's running out. We must focus on real problems, and climate change sounds like a surface issue.