Wandering a Nuclear Holocaust

I wake up find myself wandering in a hot dessert baking in the malign rays of a dying sun I realized that i am walking around a post nuclear wasteland - nothing is moving everything is dead I may be the last person on earth I don’t know how i got here or when it is or even if it is real or just a nightmare vision i scream out Dear God save me and hear nothing but the whispers of billions of ghosts in the radioactive winds