Without further ado, here is Number Nine in the Gloomscapes series.
Today it’s abandoned shopping trolleys–or shopping carts if you prefer.
The clocks stopped at one seventeen. There was a long shear of bright light, then a series of low concussions. I think it’s October but I can’t be sure. I haven’t kept a calendar for years. Each day is more grey than the one before. It is cold and growing colder as the world slowly dies. No animals have survived, and all the crops are long gone. Someday all the trees in the world will fall. The roads are peopled by refugees towing carts, and gangs carrying weapons, looking for fuel and food.
~from the movie The Road
And now, all that is left is empty shopping carts.