Humanity was forged by a hostile world and we’ve been pushed to the brink of oblivion at least once. We adapt. I probably live too close to a major population center to survive the initial hits or the first months of total collapse so that’s a bummer, but I wouldn’t just lie down and take it.

It could be pretty fun up in the mountains, or in small towns that didn’t get hit with fallout.

Is the pre-nuke world really anything to write home about? A life of hunting, fishing, and murdering drunk russian soldiers with piano wire is honestly more appealing than working an office job.