I told you so!

These are the words that Katy longs to scream over and over at what's left of the population after the apocalypse (which she's been telling anyone who would listen was coming) finally arrived.

Now that it’s here, she’s set up to become the new king of the world, and everything would be perfect...

...if her stupid sons hadn't decided she was as crazy as everyone else thought she was and moved away from the safety of their mother's bunker into the city, and if the very reporter who had made her name synonymous with "crackpot" hadn't wound up pounding on her door as the world around them blew away.

YES, THE END OF THE WORLD CAN BE FUNNY (if you’re ten feet underground with 50 years of supplies)!