I like the concept of being trapped alone with a small group of people in a post-apocalyptic situation maybe.
We'd analyze our resources, talk of what if's, and stay up late smoking cigarette butts while developing courses of action to get to where "others" may be.
I would try to assume a leadership role and attempt to direct everyone in the proper protocol involved in boarding up windows, barricading doors, and listening for warnings brought on from the crickets ceasing their chirps.
"I'll make some coffee." a woman would announce.
"That would be great, and that'd certainly promote some ease." a gentle, elderly man would reply.
"What'da think are chances are?" Someone would ask.
We'd sit and listen to radio updates from a far off station as each to size-up each other: man in opposition to man, woman in attempt to evaluate a mate.
Making money would not drive purpose.
Purpose would be defined as building relationships, developing principles, starting over.
"Hey, good news, I found a pistol in the drawer upstairs!" A young man would announce bursting into the kitchen where everyone sat.
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