Some of them were special. Some of them had a certain resilience they were born with by chance, and after the first few bombs were dropped, they found each other being the only ones still on foot. Groups formed and became organized, housing themselves in the stronger buildings that didn't threaten to come down on their heads and end their already thin luck. Three months have passed since the city was first grazed by fire and radiation, and many had already given up hope to hear news that the war had any victor. It was time to rebuild and embrace the inevitable post-nuclear era; there was no one left to save them.