text: [Themes: horror, post-apocalyptic, humor, horror]
  
  You are sitting in your bunker, down to your last can of food. It's beets. You think to yourself how disgusting you would have found them a few months ago, but now they could almost be called a delicacy. You wonder if you should eat them now or wait a day or two. After all, who knows when you will find more food again.
  
  How did this even happen again? You think, your mind fuzzy from hunger.
  
  Oh, that's right. It was the elections.... But, who... who did you vote for again?
  
  > Donald Trump
  That's right. You and your fellow Americans voted for Trump. You thought he would make America great again. After all, who else would get rid of all of the Mexicans taking your hard-earned jobs? Who else would put the PC liberals in their place?
  
  Things went so well for a while. His first 100 days in office were some of the greatest this nation has ever seen. His first act was to...
  
  > build the wall
  That's how all of this mess really started. The wall was fine at first. Even Putin gave two thumbs up and visited a couple of times. But he didn't come back. Now, you knew the Great Trump secretly hated Putin, but you didn't think he was blunt enough to take him out in public.
  
  Spoiler: he was.
  
  You guess the thought the Russians would praise him, but noooo, they were about a pissed as dog neutered with any anesthetics. And so began the exchange of each country's middle finger via nuclear weapons.
  
  All you can remember is he hit the button, and they hit back. First, it was Charleston to get hit. Why there, you always asked yourself. Probably just because it was close to the border and small enough to attack. Then they hit the bigger cities. New York. LA. DC. Chicago managed to survive nuclear attacks. So did Texas, where you lived, but by then there were riots. You remember everyone trying to flee to Mexico, but Trump ordered a police force to keep anyone from crossing either way. He said leaving was treason to the country, and a war was started. You...
  
  > Fled anyway.
  You were caught by your supervisors and hung publicly as an example for anyone who tries to leave.
  
  That's how all of this mess really started. The wall was fine at first. Even Putin gave two thumbs up and visited a couple of times. But he didn't come back. Now, you knew the Great Trump secretly hated Putin, but you didn't think he was blunt enough to take him out in public.
  
  Spoiler: he was.
  
  You guess the thought the Russians would praise him, but noooo, they were about a pissed as dog neutered with any anesthetics. And so began the exchange of each country's middle finger via nuclear weapons.
  
  All you can remember is he hit the button, and they hit back. First, it was Charleston to get hit. Why there, you always asked yourself. Probably just because it was close to the border and small enough to attack. Then they hit the bigger cities. New York. LA. DC. Chicago managed to survive nuclear attacks. So did Texas, where you lived, but by then there were riots. You remember everyone trying to flee to Mexico, but Trump ordered a police force to keep anyone from crossing either way. He said leaving was treason to the country, and a war was started. You...
  
  > Were drafted.
  Texas needed you to serve at the Wall to keep America strong against the "traitors." You suppose you were luckier than the other SOB's who got shipped off to who knows where.
  
  Life at the wall was pretty good, especially cause no one really believed in America anymore. What was left? You'd let family after family sneak to the other side, but for a price. The standard rations weren't cutting it, so you'd barter their trip across for whatever they had. The Great Ferryman, they used to call you! And how fitting considering many of them were leaving to just another hell.
  
  Mexico was all but destroyed at the start by the start of the war. Trump bullied them to build the war. They refused. He pushed again to get what he wanted, cutting off all trade and ties. He won. They were fleeing to hell from hell and if they wanted to leave, they could...
  
  That's right. You and your fellow Americans voted for Trump. You thought he would make America great again. After all, who else would get rid of all of the Mexicans taking your hard-earned jobs? Who else would put the PC liberals in their place?
  
  Things went so well for a while. His first 100 days in office were some of the greatest this nation has ever seen. His first act was to...
  
  > He pushed the button
  Yes, Korea pissed him off this time... Or was it Cuba? After Castro plopped over, he said we wouldn't work with Cuba. That didn't set well with Raul. Maybe Putin finally said something that didn't set so well with the Donald.
  
  You can't remember anymore. You're hungry, besides you hated watching the news.
  
  All you can remember is he hit the button, and they hit back. First, it was Charleston to get hit. Why there, you always asked yourself. Probably just because it was close to the border and small enough to attack. Then they hit the bigger cities. New York. LA. DC. Chicago managed to survive nuclear attacks. So did Texas, where you lived, but by then there were riots. You remember everyone trying to flee to Mexico, but Trump ordered a police force to keep anyone from crossing either way. He said leaving was treason to the country, and a war was started. You...[Themes: horror, fantasy, serious]
  
  You stare up at the canvas roof of your tent. It's midnight. You know you shouldn't have challanged your sister to a Mountain Dew drinking contest. You know you have to go to the outhouse NOW, or you are seriosly going to have a situation.
  
  What you don't know is that you are about to have the adventure of your life.
  
  Or perhaps, the last adventure of your life.
  
  [Author's Note: An exciting adventure through a mysterious forest.]
  
  > In the tent
  You are on a camping trip with your family deep in a forest in northern Minnesota.
  
  You stick your toe outside, testing the temperature. Well, it's not that cold. At least you don't have to freeze to death on the way to the outhouse.
  
  You slide into a pair of jeans, and a bulky navy blue sweater. You grap your flashlight, step over your sister who is having an engaging conversation with someone in her sleep, and quietly unzip the tent flap and slip outside into the moonlit night.
  
  You sleepily make your way to the wooden bathroom, and stagger out when you have finished.
  
  You walk a few steps, and then realize something is wrong.
  
  Horribly wrong.
  
  You have no clue where you are. You start to panic. You need to find a way back.
  
  Two paths branch out in front of you, maybe you should take one. Or maybe you should stay where you are until the morning when you can see where you are going.
  
  > take the left path
  You stumble around in the dim beam of your flashligt. You have the strange fealing that someone or something is watching you. You suddenly hear a twig crack right behind you! You spin around and gaze into the darkness, but nothing is there. You turn around and are met by another two paths.
  
  > go right
  You come across a large lake. Its dark waters look very wide and extreamly deep. You hear a small cough behind you! You turn around and see an old woman with a small boat. She offers to ferry you across, but you don't know if you can trust her. You wonder if you should just try to swim across the lake, after all, you have always been a good swimmer.
  
  > trust the old lady
  The old woman gets you safely across the lake. After you thank her, she and her boat slowly disintegrate like mist in the black night.
  
  After walking a while, you come upon two paths. Down one, someone is calling your name. Down the other, you see a flickering light in the distance. What path should you take? The path with the voice might be a trap, but the path with the flickering light might lead you into trouble as well.
  
  > follow the light
  You follow the path untill you see an old woman sitting next to a campfire. It is the same woman who got you across the lake! She asks you if you want anything to eat, and you say yes. After you have been fed, the woman reveals that she is a sorceress and offers you two gifts. You can either have the gift of flight, or the gift of talking to animals.
  
  > The gift of flight
  After the woman gives you the power, you takeoff. It feels great to fly! You turn your head to thank her, and smack into a tree. You break your neck and die instantly.