Why are doomsday preppers so good in bed? Everyday news from the front would trickle into our village via fleeing refugees, radio, and telegram. Our army was being beaten from what I could tell, and were in full retreat from the invading Easterners. The Easterners, savage men according to all the adults in my village, and the man in the television. Beings who were rather more beasts than men, beasts that ate babies and burned children alive. My father would tell me stories of these Easterners, s…