Reminds the reader of the cold, grey landscape of Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot. The dread and hell in which the survivors walk will make you wish you died in the blast.

Q: ‘Suppose you were the last one left? Suppose you did that to yourself?’

Follows the survivors of an unseen apocalypse as they walk through dead, blackened wasteland and survive on scraps. McCarthy writes confidently with a minimalist style, leaving out punctuation. Bleak and terrifying, the characters wish constantly for death.