A red rose, a single, nearly perfect, red rose. It is so crazy how such a small sight is a beauty in this apocalyptic world. This brought back memories, before the attack, my first date with my wife, well ex-wife now, Sandra. We were at a nice sit down restaurant located just outside of the city limits. I bought a crisp red rose for her, her favorite kind. I got lost in thinking about Sandra when suddenly I heard a...