 What happens to Europe after the bombs?
HOMECOMING BY MIGUEL HIDALGO What lasts forever? They were nearing a river; the water would be welcome on tired bodies and dry throats. Then both man and horse plunged headlong into the waiting torrent, deep into the cool embrace of the clear liquid. They soaked it into their pores and drank deeply of it, feeling life going once more through their veins. Refreshed and momentarily content, he sat staring into the dying fire, seeing the bright glowing coals as living fingers clutching at the wood in consuming embrace, taking all and returning nothing but ashes. Images began to appear, drawn from inexhaustible files, wherein are kept all thoughts, past, present, and future.... World War III had been declared, and he had enlisted, receiving his old rank of captain. Three days later they had landed in Spain, merged with another division, then crossed the Pyrenees into France, and finally to Paris where the fighting had begun. Already the city was a silent graveyard, littered with the rubble of towers and cathedrals which had once been great. Three years later they were on the road to Moscow. The Russians had not yet used the H-bomb; the threat of annihilation by the retaliation forces had been too great. But the planes had passed over, the sun glinting on their bellies, reflecting a blinding light. They were bound for bigger, more important targets. When the all-clear had sounded, the men clambered from their shelters. An icy wind swept the field, bringing with it clouds which covered the sun.
 It becomes anarchic, with essentially no governments left.
 It becomes anarchic, with essentially no governments left.  It becomes anarchic, with nothing but gangs to officially end what is left of the war.  It falls to Russia, becoming a wasteland in the wake of its bombing.  It becomes a festering wasteland. All living things dead.