Actually no one left alive knew what caused the end of the world.
Of course, it wasn’t really the end if indeed, out of the over seven billion people who once lived on God’s green earth, there were still a few hundred of us left to carry on – to prevail as best we could. No… for us, we felt it wasn’t really the end – but perhaps a new beginning.
Our new world was vital but paltry. Because you see, for some mysterious reason, only a modest area of the world – approximately four hundred square miles of southern North Carolina, USA – wasn’t afflicted. If you would venture outside this lush haven of humanity however, you would succumb.
And we couldn’t go near what was left of the towns and villages – because the inhuman mutants populated those. And they could be deleterious – even deadly. But these pathetic creatures, like mindless wraiths, were
dying off rapidly. We didn’t really count them among the survivors ‘cause we weren’t really sure what they were.
So in our modest wilderness home, where all was inhabitable, settlements were forming, determined to bring back a sense of civilization and start anew.
But so were evil factions who, by employing devilish creatures unlike the world had ever seen before, were eager to take advantage of this return to savagery and build a new world order founded on despotic rule.
And that’s what would have happened had it not been for, well, you tell me… our little heroes. Are they angels? Devils? Gifts from God or demons themselves? All I know is that, these innocent savages would not rest – until the bloody reign – was over.