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Chapter One
Advance is Life's condition
The Grave but a Relay
Supposed to be a terminus
That makes it hated so —
The Tunnel is not lighted
Existence with a wall
Is better we consider
Than not exist at all —
And so the snow fell.
Some huddled together. Others curled up, shivering; wounded puppies directing a body they knew not what to do with. Those who had some semblance of a mind would cry out- the ones left with strong bones took steps towards homes. Yet there was no screaming or fighting now, because winter’s grip was tight at the day’s end.
Grey snow -the city-stained blanket of nature- erased their steps, their blood, and the corpse-lined streets. Disembodied moans were swept away by the wind. Knee high, the drifts blocked the doorways, rejecting the stranded remnants of what could loosely be described as human.
But humans they were no longer. The devolutions were a phenomena unable to be explained by any scientist. The rapid degeneration from man to demented cripple discriminated against none; it targeted just as many of the world’s leaders as it had the drug-laden urchins of the streets. Only in the chill of this early October storm had there been any respite from the masses of the devolved.
The second day of the blizzard was -if such were to exist- a blessing. Silence overtook the streets and seeped into the abandoned buildings, an eerie and tentatively accepted pause from the chaos. It is in one building in particular that two people encountered each other for the first time. Two people, that had seemed to each other to be unaffected by this forced return to the primordial.
Thus, an alliance is formed...