[WW III is coming, no matter what anyone can do.]
Yes. That is, more than likely, an inescapable conclusion. Hope we’re wrong but I don’t think we are.
I’ll call it World War IV.
If the EMP hasn’t fried everything, we can quibble about it on what few functioning communication devices are left surviving.
I look forward to quibbling on a scratchy short-wave radio that I find in the basement of a burnt-out house, after killing the occupant for a piece of cheese (I hate cheese). The steel I-beams holding up the floor above would act like a steel cage to save it from the EMP, I suppose. I hold my nose and swallow the cheese, then look for ways to dismember the vanquished occupant for roasting.