The city was dark in the year 3535. Christmas would never be the same as the dark pitch black flakes fell to the ground.
The world was only surviving , living for the moment. The wars had changed mankind for worse.
The cities and streets were ours only in the dark daylight hours. Black clouds hung over cities and spitted black snow .
People walked like ghosts as the night fell to even darkness.
God had forsaken all of mankind. The world as was known was gone.
The nights were the worse. Every vampire and dead living person brought back by the bombs roamed for meals of us that walked the dark filled cloudy days trying to survive.
No animals were left and so we all watched our necks as our bodies were dying. Many fell as meals to the undying that loomed in the darker side of the nights.
No one was born without suffering great agony and the dying suffered much worse. Babies were stolen from unsuspecting mothers easily to feed the vanquished breed that lived below the streets.
Sex was no longer a joy but a fear. People were leery of anything that walked. Myself was one of the last children born with no blemishes and no disease.
Good looking and horny as well. Not good attributes in a dead world. A dying decade spectrum. I had grew up hard and fast.
I had watched as the vampires had ravaged my mother and drank her dry only to have her knocking at our door the next night wanting in.
Unless I had invited her she could not cross the thresh hold. The undead was worse. If you were not eaten then you came back whole and suffered to live on the flesh as well.
If that was what you called it. Coming back.
Living.
The anti Christ having come and gone and God no where to be found. Many of the old ones still surviving prayed to God.
