Kori sighed whilst in the shower, he had so manning things on his mind, what made him survive that nuke. What source of will was he clinging onto that helped him pull through the disaster? How would he come to terms with the extinction of his race, as far as he knew it, the only ones left were his children. He was a king of a race that only had two native to it, he furiously hit the wall of the shower, cracking the tile slightly. There was nothing he could do, nothing left, no remnants of his people, nothing, just ash and rubble.