So alot of imagined apocalypses are essentially power fantasies. The idea that some part of society is stopping you from actualizing some part of yourself. I occasionally imagine them too, the collapse of the state that wants to oppress me so that some other new non-oppressive state can emerge it’s kinda a big part of revolutionary fantasy too.

It’s just alot of writers want to actualize kinda crappy desires which honestly alienate me from the writers most of the time. Hence we get crappy apocalypse fantasies like zombie apocalypses. (A desire to indulge in righteous violence vindicating a gun fetishist while you consume as much as you can scavenge)

i took a class in college about exactly this, basically the thing most disaster movies get wrong is that humans everywhere generally stick together and cooperate during emergencies, with the exception of places with pre-existing racial/ethnic conflicts in which case the racists will start killing. in pretty much every scenario its better to have extra hands/more expertise/trading partners, if there is literally no supplies except what you can steal from bunkers you simply aren’t going to last very long no matter what you do.

also like where tf do they get the food to feed everyone in mad max, its not like their desert apocalypse villages are surrounded by miles of lush irrigated farmland or anything. fiction in general just has no comprehension of how much space and resources and effort it takes to grow enough food to feed even small populations.

killing people won’t magically make corn grow out of the blasted soot-covered radioactive nuclear apocalypse soil, but keeping them around to shit out free fertilizer will help at least.

There should be a genre descriptor of Post Apocalypse Speculative Fiction and Post Apocalypse Fiction.

The Movies/TV that I’ve tried to watch lean too much into being, “Lord of the Flies” but after all the treats run out, and its mostly an unsatisfying watch.

I still like some post-post Apocalypse like Shannara, Adventure Time, and Canticle of Leibowitz.

Dead Man’s Letters wasn’t too bad.