The nuclear missiles were falling. From east and west, north and south, they came: steel-tipped, plutonium-cargoed beasts from another time and place, seeking universal destruction.
Rob Radford sat in his home in the suburbs of a minor American city, working on last-minute modifcations to his life raft. It was a wooden canoe-shaped vessel parked in his backyard; it was night and twin spotlights were focused on it. A radio was propped on a crude wooden table. It broadcast regular updates of cities that had sustained nuclear strikes. The announcer’s voice was hushed, awed.
Rob put down his screwdriver and stood up, stretching his back so that it crackled. He was done. The life raft would either work or it wouldn’t. The third wave of missiles would no doubt strike his own city. The enemy was nothing if not thorough.
Rob climbed in the life raft and hunched forward, his head bent toward the insurance building that was the tallest building in his city. Insurance! Rob thought. Fat lot of good that would do now. All the damage from nuclear strikes would bankrupt the insurance companies a thousand times over.
Rob sat in his life raft and waited for his grand escape from it all.
Dark Sport 
this just showed, how stupid, we humans are, i mean, if the end of days is coming, none of us would be able to, escape it, and yet, the character still, foolishly believes, that he can, survive…that just showed how egotistical humans can, be!
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When I was a kid during the Cold War, people actually did this madness. People were building bomb shelters with a couple of major flaws. It might have protected them from an initial blast, and radiation but unless they were mega-billionaires (in old money) their crude shelter didn’t have enough food and entertainment to live underground for hundreds of years. It was barely adequate to do a last meditation on death, dying, and afterlife. When I was in school, we actually did a drill to duck under our desks in case of a Nuclear attack. It might have prevented a piece of plaster from the roof falling on my head but it would hardly protect from radiation. But maybe it would have given the kids a few moments to kill their teacher and send her to the “light’.
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It’s just a little story, but I like it. And you’re right, people can be foolish about their survival, pinning their hopes on vaporous schemes that would never pan out in real life.
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