i’m honestly so tired of apocalypse stories that involve people killing each other and betraying one another for supplies or “survival” or whatever. unless it’s a social commentary on the damage done by the societal ideal of total singular self-reliance, i’m not interested in that hobbesian thesis on humanity anymore.
humans live in groups for a reason. it’s so much easier and more rewarding to survive in a group than it is to survive alone. we have different skills and inabilities, and nature has almost designed us specifically to encourage us to depend on others for physical, mental, and emotional support. i’m tired of people insisting that that scientifically-supported notion of humanity is lame and for idiots.
i’m gonna write a post-apoc story where the biggest theme is friendship and support and the biggest threat is losing group cohesion, just out of spite.
you want The Last Man on Earth