It’s a wide misconception that when the apocalypse hits, there will still be small bands of nomadic people, searching for truth, meaning, a place to rebuild their culture, and Twinkies.
Those of us who have traveled forward in time know the truth. None of you suckers are going to make it. Not a one.
You think you’re special? You think you can survive meteors, or a zombie virus, or the wrath of ancient gods who live underground and demand the blood of sacrificial virgins? You think you’re Cher?
Better luck next time, humanity.