It would seem the whole world has been taken hostage, and I'm the one to fix things...
A sunny day, a girl, mute and submissive beneath her armed captor, I'm quick, tired of the bullshit, I pull out my 45 and pop him. She doesn't look at me, she's in a state of perpetual cowed-ness...
Past her, now an assembly of people, a few armed terrorists patrolling them, they sit with their eyes bowed towards the grass, I make short work of the terrorists, strangely the people don't seem thankful, the terrorist boss comes out, I cap him as well, quick, efficient, but strangely nobody seems grateful...
...The terrorists, it seems they've managed to hook up some sort of doomsday device, if their demands weren't met every nuclear weapon in the world would go off, nobody thought to tell me, anyways it's too late, what's done is done and it's every man for himself...
...of course there really isn't much chance of survival, none at all really, and now I'm with a faceless, unidentifiable significant other in the basement of an old (church, building?), we're below grade, sheltered from the nuclear explosions, outside, on the high seas, there are waves and the ocean's boiling, hundreds of nuclear submarines are surfacing like whales to shoot off their missiles, battleships emptying their doomsday arsenals, then turning over to die upon the ocean waves, ....
I've decided not to give up so easily. There's a flood coming, the icecaps are melting, and, sure, the radiation will kill us all, but it's instinct to try and survive. I smash out the basement windows to allow the water easy access, then begin lashing ropes to the ceiling of the basement, the floor of the church/house, when the flood comes and carries this away it will carry us with it, who knows where to?....
Water begins pouring through the windows and filling up the cellar, the house/church begins to rise in the waves and I pull her close to me, we've got the ropes and whatever flotsam we could scavenge from the basement, the future's grim but we're going to give it a try...