Jerry was struggling alone in a devastated world, his heart filled with worry for his parents. They lived far away in Miami, a city also heavily hit by the nuclear war. Jerry picked up his phone, repeatedly dialing his parents' number, sending text messages, trying to get their response.

However, all he received was endless silence. He kept dialing, redialing, listening desperately to the voice in the receiver, hoping to hear his parents' familiar voices. Every unanswered call, every unreturned message, was like a sharp blade cutting through his heart. He longed for their news, even if it was just a phrase "we're still alive".

However, reality is cruel. Jerry realized that the world had completely changed, and he might not be able to contact his parents anymore. This realization was like a heavy stone weighing on his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

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At the same time, he knew that he could no longer waste the power on his phone. This phone might be his only tool to contact the outside world, and it might also be his only hope for survival. He painfully turned off his phone and put it aside.

Jerry sat in the darkness, with only the decaying city outside the window emitting faint light. His heart was filled with pain and helplessness, but he knew that he could not give up. He had to be strong, he had to survive, for himself, and for his parents.

In this almost collapsed world, hope still burned in Jerry's heart. He knew that only he could change all this. He had to find his parents, find a way to survive, find his future. In this post-apocalyptic world, he would write his survival journey in his own way.