A New World: Untold Stories
The sun set as it had every other day. Then night fell and the world ended. For many, it was a long, slow, lingering death. For others, it came quickly, full of terror and agony. Few survived. The ones that did watched the setting sun with a rising panic. Out of the ashes rose the night runners. They were death loping down darkened streets, their shrieks echoing off empty buildings.