Why You Definitely Can't Survive a Nuclear Winter

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A searing, white-hot flash of light burst over  the horizon, followed by a deafening roar of   a colossal explosion, drowning out the wail of  warning sirens. Many had been instantly blinded   by looking directly at the light, others were  incinerated on the spot from being too close to   the blast. Then there were those lucky enough  to avoid both, but who still got caught in the   shockwaves, traveling at supersonic speeds,  destroying anything in its path. Anyone at a   safe enough distance saw the skyline was  now dominated by the dark, looming shape   of a mushroom cloud – and the sight filled them  with inescapable dread at what was coming next.  It had finally happened, the first bomb  had been dropped. And more were on the way,   a bombardment of radioactive hellfire  raining down across the world. Nuclear   war had broken out, a war without any hope  for survival… yet, there was but one left.  The Black Hills mountain range in South Dakota  had once been home to a former army base that was   snapped up by a real estate company called Vivos.  But they hadn’t been apartments and condominiums,   their dealings were in state-of-the-art,  catastrophe ready doomsday bunkers so   people could survive the end of days at affordable  prices. Mason had never been a doomsday prepper,   one of those people who seemed a little too  excited about the prospect of the world ending,   stockpiling as many guns and cans of soup  as they could cram into their homemade,   several thousand dollar panic rooms.  But even though he wasn’t crazy,   Mason had always said that there was never  too high a price for a piece of mind;   even if fifty five grand wasn’t exactly cheap. You see, Mason might not have considered   himself to be paranoid, but he was certainly  aware. He paid attention to the world around him,   noticed the mounting international tensions and  worrying signs on the news. And so, when he heard   that a company was selling nuclear bunkers, it  seemed to be a worthwhile investment. After all,   if the world didn’t end, he could always refurbish  it into an escape room or a novelty AirBnB. Little   did he expect he’d actually get to use it. Whereas most contingency plans for nuclear   Armageddon were focused on ensuring the survival  of the wealthy and powerful, Mason had fallen   into a very small niche of people who were aware  that the world was edging closer to destruction,   and who could also afford to be prepared for that  outcome. Sure enough, when the nukes started to   fly left, right and center, that preparation had  paid off. It wasn’t clear who had fired the first   shot, but what was clear, at least to those paying  attention like Mason, was that the bombs had hit   other states first. Being at a distance from the  raging fireball caused by the atomic explosion,   and far out of range of the electromagnetic  pulse frying power grids and electronic devices,   bought him a few precious moments of escape  time. But it wouldn’t be long before the   nuclear barrage hit South Dakota as well. Racing as fast as his car could take him,   Mason sped from his home in nearby Hill City to  the mountains, not stopping until he was securely   locked inside his bunker. Breathing a sigh of  relief, he was grateful to have made it to safety.   And from the sounds of the carnage unfolding  above, he’d made it not a moment too soon.   Underground, he was protected from the shockwaves,  extreme heat and radiation released by any nuclear   bomb that dropped. But, of course, it was hard to  be too happy about the whole situation – hearing   the world ending right above your head will  certainly make any sense of relief very fleeting.  Once the existential dread of knowing everything  he knew and loved was being reduced to ash and   wondering if he was the last man on Earth  had eventually subsided, Mason was left   with an equally horrifying question: what now? Fortunately, Mason’s bunker wasn’t just an empty,   unfurnished underground room. It had been  outfitted for at least a year’s worth of   minimal autonomous operation, removing any  need for him to venture out onto the scorched,   irradiated surface of the world. The initial  wave from each nuclear explosion was bad enough,   but the second wave from the fallout was arguably  worse. Radioactive particles and debris kicked   up into the air by the sheer force of each blast,  only to gradually come raining – or falling – back   down to Earth, hence the name. Exposure to  nuclear fallout, carried by winds, could   cause radiation sickness, cancer and eventually  death, by contaminating the breathable air, along   with irradiating any food or water left behind. Being trapped underground made it hard for Mason   not to feel isolated; even though he owned one  of the smaller Black Hills bunkers, it had been   designed and furnished to house more than just  one person. He found himself using the extra   four twin bedrooms almost as vacation bedrooms  when he got sick of sleeping in his double room,   just to alleviate the boredom. The first year  in the bunker seemed to pass at a slow crawl,   but it wasn’t long afterwards that things  started breaking down. His water filtration   system had malfunctioned, and none of the tools  or spare parts he had stored in the bunker were   suitable. He had tried every other conceivable  option – anything to avoid stepping outside,   even as a last resort. But running out of viable  solutions and becoming more and more dehydrated,   it was beginning to look like he’d have to  leave the safety of his bunker after all.  Outside, waiting for him, were the horrors  of a nuclear winter. Thanks to the widespread   scale of the nuclear war on the surface, and  the sheer number of atom bombs detonated,   this had triggered a climatic event once  only thought to be purely theoretical. It   goes without saying that the damage caused by  a nuclear bomb when it directly hits a target   and detonates is nothing short of devastating.  The immediate heat from the blast is enough to   vaporize human beings until little more than  a scorched silhouette remains on the ground or   nearby walls. The shockwave from the blast  can also damage, if not entirely demolish,   most standing structures too, meaning not even  buildings stand a chance of staying standing   if they’re too close. But what also occurs when a  nuclear device detonates, is that massive amounts   of dust and debris are thrown up into the air. A nuclear winter occurs when the explosions   of several nuclear weapons cause these large  quantities of this dust and debris – including   the aforementioned nuclear fallout – to float  up into the atmosphere. This mass of debris, as   well as the residual smoke from the blasts, would  then theoretically form a barrier thick enough to   block out the Sun. This would prevent a great deal  of the Sun’s light, and more importantly, heat,   from reaching the surface. With the Sun’s rays  blocked by a thick fog of fallout and atmospheric   debris, the temperatures across the planet  would then begin to drop rapidly, to around   fifty to just under seventy degrees Fahrenheit. This is exactly what had happened while Mason had   been hiding in the safety of his bunker. Previous  scientific theories had hypothesized that the   emissions generated by nuclear fireballs would  completely destroy the ozone layer surrounding   Earth. However, by the 1980s, those theories had  been largely discredited, and the more plausible   effects of nuclear war on the climate started  to be considered. But Mason had assumed that   above ground things would be scorching hot  thanks to the heat from all the explosions,   but in reality, the opposite was true. Still, he  knew it was suicide to step outside unprotected,   even if he was in for a surprise as to just how  cold it was beyond the safety of his bunker.  Preparation for venturing outside after a nuclear  war wasn’t something that Mason could ever be too   cautious about. Being underprepared would mean  exposure to nuclear fallout, so he started by   taking some potassium iodine tablets. These  would flood his body with safe iodine, blocking   any radioactive iodine – present in nuclear  fallout – from being absorbed into his body   and poisoning him. With the dose he’d taken, it  would keep Mason safe for about twenty four hours.  He had a reliable gas mask on hand as well,  military-grade CM-7M full face one that he   quickly put on, securing it tightly. Of course,  the gas mask itself was useless without a filter,   which he screwed onto the mask to prevent him  breathing in any radioactive iodine. Then,   he slipped into a protective hazmat suit and  gloves, using chemical resistant tape to seal   any gaps between the gloves and his sleeves, and  the suit’s legs and his boots, making sure he was   as protected as it was possible for him to be. Gathering up a survival kit he’d been gathering   in a bug out bag, consisting of useful items  like rope, a flashlight, personal radio,   a basic first aid kit and a Geiger counter,  Mason was ready at last to take his first,   nervous steps beyond his bunker and out  into the world ravaged by nuclear winter.  Stepping outside, the low temperature was the  first shock to Mason’s system. It was certainly   a far cry from the insulated warmth inside  his bunker. The hazmat suit over his clothes   protected him somewhat, and luckily he’d sealed  it well enough to keep much of his own body heat   trapped. But that wouldn’t entirely negate  the effects of the nuclear winter’s cold.  In the area of South Dakota near the Black  Hills, temperatures already fluctuated   considerably depending on the time of  year; on average, it could reach highs   of seventy-five degrees Fahrenheit in the  summer, and drop all the way to the lower   thirties at the start or tail end of a year. With just that disparity in the space of a   few months, the time of year and regular  temperature would be a crucial factor in   how severe the effects of a nuclear winter would  be. And those are the highs too. In colder areas,   if the temperature is already lower,  then that number is only due to go   down thanks to the lack of heat from the Sun. Mason had found himself in what theorists had   classed as a nominal nuclear winter. In the case  of a minimal one, a smaller nuclear attack would   have no effect on the environment. While a  marginal scenario would still see lowered   temperatures, even a nominal nuclear winter was  still thought to be on the lower end of the scale   in terms of the damage and impact a full-scale  nuclear war could have on the climate, and would   likely occur after the detonation of between six  thousand and twelve thousand nuclear weapons.  The fluctuating streak of bad to good luck that  Mason was experiencing seemed to be continuing,   since he’d exited his bunker with too few  layers on to keep himself warm enough,   but he had also left on a day in April. The  average lowest temperature in the area would   have normally been around forty eight degrees,  but now, with huge clouds of ash and radioactive   debris acting as an umbrella blocking out  the sunlight, it was significantly colder.  In fact, in the year since the bombs had first  fallen, nuclear winter had made temperatures   consistently lower all across South Dakota,  as well as the world. If he’d been outside on   a May day before the bombs had dropped, the  lowest average temperature would be around   twenty one degrees. With a nuclear winter  in effect, it was now barely reaching three   Fahrenheit – something that would cause Mason far  more problems than just feeling a little cold…  Thanks to the thick blanket of radioactive dust  in the atmosphere, the sky had gone dark. Little   to no sunlight reaching the surface of  the Earth meant visibility was poor,   and while Mason didn’t quite need to rely  on his flashlight in order to get around,   it was far darker than an overcast day. Even at  noon, when the Sun had reached its highest point   in the sky, the sunlight was only about a third  of what it would’ve been on a normal day for the   time of year. And this lower level of light  wasn’t seasonal – it persisted all year long.  As much as sunlight would’ve made  it easier to see, Mason didn’t find   himself wishing it would return. Thanks to  the number of nuclear weapons exploding,   the air around them would have been subjected to  intense heat, followed by rapid cooling. These   were the perfect conditions for nitrogen oxides to  form. Such high levels of nitrogen oxides, coupled   with the heat being absorbed by the dark layer  of soot in the atmosphere would have destroyed   around seventy percent of the ozone layer. So, when the smoke of the nuclear winter   eventually cleared, there would be an increased  amount of ultraviolet radiation reaching the   surface, emitted by the Sun. This could  cause damage to people and animals alike,   affecting their eyes and also increase their  likelihood of developing skin cancer, in addition   to outright killing a lot of animal and plant  life – if there was even any left by that point.  Braving the icy temperatures, only protected  by the hazmat suit and the layers of clothes   he had on underneath, Mason headed off in  search of the other bunkers. There were   five hundred and fifty-seven available when he’d  bought his, so Mason figured he at least wouldn’t   have to venture much further than the former  Black Hills army base. His main objective was to   find enough tools or replacement parts to repair  his water filtration system, but he had decided   it was worth attempting to restock on supplies. He knew to avoid anything that wasn’t packaged.   Any food or water that had been exposed  to the outside elements was likely riddled   with radioactive fallout, and would, at  best, require a lot of washing before even   coming close to preparing and eating. So,  he thought it best to stick to any canned   or dried food he happened across, just  as long as it was in sealed packaging.  When it came to water, he obviously couldn’t trust  any outdoor sources, now they’d all be irradiated.   But he hadn’t exactly been downing tall glasses  of parasite and bacteria riddled river water even   before the war, so avoiding rivers and lakes  came instinctively. The same could be said for   any crops that had been growing nearby at the time  of the bombs dropping. The dimming of the sun also   meant that plants couldn’t photosynthesize  properly. That was evident to Mason just by   looking at what few trees had been near the Black  Hills bunkers. They were all dead, those that were   still standing were scorched by the blaze. Walking around in the wake of the war was   unnerving. Every tick of the Geiger counter  put Mason on edge, causing him to take sharp,   nervous breaths. Then, hearing his own breathing  contained by his mask made him think about   everything he could potentially be breathing  in if his filter stopped working. It wasn’t   just radioactive fallout contaminating  the air, but pollutants of all sorts.  While the temperature below the smoke and dust  was extremely cold, above it was much hotter,   thanks to the sunlight being absorbed by the  fallout in the atmosphere. This temperature   inversion helped keep any of the byproducts of  fires closer to the level people breathe at.   And a lot of fires had occurred when the bombs  had incinerated large swathes of the planet,   meaning that dioxins, sulfurous gases and other  pollutants were not only prevented from fully   rising upwards into the atmosphere, but were  dense and toxic to anyone unfortunate enough to   breathe them in. Mason prayed he wouldn’t find  out just how toxic the air was, as long as he   kept his mask on and didn’t remove his filter. Arriving at one of the other bunkers, Mason was   met with a heavy, sealed door. Trying in vain  to get it to budge, he decided it was probably   pointless knocking. After all, his underground  neighbor probably wasn’t expecting any social   calls now that civilization had collapsed.  Searching further, Mason found another of the   bunkers a short walk away. Judging by the open  door, this one was unoccupied. He tried not to   think about whether or not it had been that  way because it was still waiting to be sold   when the bombs dropped… or if it had been opened  after, by someone forcing their way in. Stepping   into the compromised bunker, Mason looked around,  thoroughly checking some of the nearest bedrooms   for any signs of life. Nobody in. Strangely, any  sense of comfort that provided him was fleeting,   disappearing the moment he saw that the  interior of the bunker had been ransacked.  Searching for supplies and other useful  resources was hardly going to be an easy task,   even if someone hadn’t already beaten him to it.  Since the door to this bunker had been wide open,   there was a high chance much of the radiation from  outside had come flooding inside the moment the   bunker had been exposed to the toxic elements. Even here, Mason had to keep his suit on,   and while he was grateful for the slight increase  in temperature that came from being inside,   his warmer body temperature caused the lenses of  his gas mask to get foggy. That was the least of   his problems though; it didn’t seem like  there was anything that useful down here.  Navigating was easy enough, at least. The layout  of this bunker was almost identical to his,   so finding his way around came naturally;  after all, apart from the mess, it was just   like the space he’d spent the past year of his  life trapped in. As Mason searched through the   raided supply closets, sifting through the mess  that had been left behind, his hope for finding   anything that could help him dwindled. Every  time he reached for what looked, at a distance,   to be an unopened can of food, he would lift  it to feel its empty weight. As he threw each   one back to the floor, his heart sank further. Mason was hardly the last man alive, after all.   Those who hadn’t been killed or blinded by the  blasts would have suffered severe burns to their   skin if they’d been anywhere near the blast  radius, and had somehow managed to avoid the   devastation of the initial shockwave. There were  many pockets of survivors located all over the   globe. In some countries with good civil defense  systems in place like Switzerland or Finland,   there was already an extensive network of blast  shelters and fallout shelters. The latter even   had enough shelters to house its entire urban  population. Both Australia and New Zealand   had a fairly low population density, with these  two countries also having massive food reserves   stored away out of reach of fallout from the  Northern Hemisphere. And over in Iceland, they   hardly had to worry about food – thanks to their  autonomous food production systems, they could   continue to meet the demand of their survivors. Elsewhere though, the struggle for acquiring   resources had been expectedly competitive among  the few who had managed to survive by regularly   venturing on the surface, and braving the nuclear  winter’s Arctic temperatures – although not many   of them survived for long. With production of food  and other essentials all but shut down completely,   that meant there were limited resources available  to those who needed them, and mass starvation had   already claimed many lives. It didn’t just go  for food either, electricity was scarce, if not   completely unavailable. Those like Mason who had  generators providing their bunkers were lucky,   and needed fuel to keep those generators working. His search for food proving quite literally   fruitless, Mason started looking for other  things he could use. Spare water filters,   tools, literally anything that could improve the  state of his bunker. There was nothing. Whoever   had beaten him to the punch had cleared the place  out top to bottom and destroyed anything of use.   He started to wonder if this bunker had been  empty and just got obliterated in a nuclear   blast, and sometime after, someone had come and  cleared out anything left that was still useful.  Now, walking back out into the cold of  the nuclear winter outside, Mason was   faced with a choice. He still needed to fix his  filtration system, otherwise, he’d die a slow,   painful death via dehydration. The problem  was, the next bunker was a longer walk away,   and he was already freezing. His body temperature  was plummeting. So, he could either race back to   his own bunker, decontaminate himself and his  hazmat suit, then try again another day. Or,   he could try to reach the next nearest bunker,  which could easily be in the same state as the one   he’d just left. But it might have what he needed… Mason made the mistake of continuing his search.   Despite the protection against fallout offered by  his suit and the iodine pills he’d taken earlier,   the one thing neither of them could prevent was  long exposure to the cold temperatures caused by   nuclear winter. His core body temperature, which  usually hovered around ninety-eight degrees, would   begin falling thanks to the freezing temperatures  outside his suit. Once the body dips to ninety   five Fahrenheit, hypothermia occurs, aided by  the sweat that had accumulated thanks to the   body heat trapped inside his hazmat suit. As his  body temperature dropped, his vital organs began   to fail, until Mason couldn’t breathe properly. Collapsing as he desperately tried to turn back   towards his bunker, he eventually died. It  wasn’t the radiation or even the nuclear   bombs themselves that got him in the end.  It was merely the cold of nuclear winter.  Now check out “Why Nuclear Armageddon  is Unstoppable.” Or watch this instead!
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