Post-Apocalyptic Dreams

so a few months ago I was thinking about post-apocalyptic movies and literature. It seems like the genre is becoming more and more popular perhaps because so many people have the end of the world as we know it on their minds.

Anyway I noticed that often post-apocalyptic fiction is not just about the world going to hell in a hand basket in some way but actually a kind of social-moral decay among people themselves. Many, although certainly not all, post-apocalyptic or catastrophic disaster narratives have the collapse of society really symbolizing the collapse of everything we think makes us human. Post-apocalyptic literature in general seems to showcase human decent into the worst we are capable of being.

But really does it have to? Who says a catastrophic disaster that destroys society as we know it would destroy out goodness along with it?  History tells us that people don't become monsters in hard times any more then they do in good ones. That even when the infrastructure of a society fails people still care for reach other, look out for reach other, believe in God, and try to get by.

It occurred to me that this is the kind of post-apocalyptic story I want to read one where life as we know it has ended but people still go one being people. They can be afraid, desperate, hurt and suspicious, but they are still good and capable of kindness and caring, capable of finding comfort from faith in troubled times.

A few months ago I started writing that story.