Survival of the Fittest

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Nobody remembers how or why. Maybe nobody ever knew. The oldest living survivors have childhood memories of it: cities burning, society in chaos then collapse, families set to panicked flight, the weird nights when the smoldering sky made midnight into a blood-colored half-day.

Nature is now fighting back. Humanities technical progress smothered by ever green sprawling plants. Animals are back too – more dangerous then ever. The last blacktop and concrete covered places giving home to survivors.

Now the world is not what it was. Look around you: evidently, certainly, not what it was. But also close your eyes, open your brain: something is wrong. At the limits of perception, something howling, ever-present, full of hate and terror. From this, the world’s psychic maelstrom, we none of us have shelter.

Survival of the Fittest

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