A reasonable enough question for Peter ‘Airplane!’ Graves to ask, you might think, after a family picnic is somewhat spoilt by the annihilation of mankind – save for a handful of handily immune individuals, natch – after solar flares reduce them to piles of white powder, leaving only their clothes behind. Cue a gruelling slog from deserted town to deserted town, scavenging anything left lying about, with a particularly memorable Jaws-style shocker as Graves siphons petrol from what he believes to be the car of another hapless dustee.
