They say hell is like your worst nightmare on repeat for eternity. I was starting to thin I had died and gone to Hell; or maybe that wouldn't quite as bad.
I wasn't sure what kept me going. Why I didn't just lay down and die there in the desert, or slash my wrists with the shard of glass I kept in my back pocket. Only the deep biological urge to stay alive kept me going; an urge I was fast outgrowing.
But enough about me, though it's easy to fall into narcissism when you feel like the last person alive.
It would've been about 12 years ago when things really hit the proverbial fan. Or 10 years; or even 15. I can't tell. You lose count of the days when you have no calenders.
I don't even know my own age.
But again, enough about me,
So it took maybe 2, or 3, years before everything just came crashing down. War, famine, the end of fiat currency: the whole **** system went bust, with nobody able to fix it.
No more bailouts.
No more subisidies,
Civilisation had made its bed already and it was time to lie in it.