Earth. Near future.

We’re still not sure when it happened, or what the cause was. No one is even alive that remembers The Fall anymore. We have pictures. And books. But other than that – we are alone.

The sky is gray now. A thick overcast that never ends. The Histories say it should be blue. That would make the plants grow again.

Then there’s The Disease. It spreads without warning, changing anyone and anything infected. The become… different. Like beasts from the Old Mythologies. And they rage. Those of us who aren’t changed physically become even stranger still…

We live in constant fear. That we’ll starve. That we’ll become infected. That we’ll not see tomorrow.

But we survive. No matter what the world tries to throw at us, we still survive.