Cadey.Earl Writing

We just kept going; running to the unknown, the darkness coming for us creeping in, hope dwindling. The mist; thick... black... mysterious calling ..

The world was silent. The air rough and dusty in my lungs. Similar to the coating of powdered death that covered the tops of what once was furnitur..

What would you do if the world as you knew it changed for good? Who would you be? What side would you be on?