It laid across the landscape like a bloated octopus, the remains of gigantic towers cracked into twisted tentacles over colorful debris of townhomes and villas of the suburbs. The metropolis centers give off the appearance of a sea of star, as countless shards of glass reflect the sun. The tentacles stretch out from the dark core of the city, the hungry crater where the blast started. It’s pitch black except the slightest sliver of...

I couldn’t remember a time the wind wasn’t cutting across the land or my flesh. There were echoes of a time before when warmth and pleasure were abundant. I squashed those thoughts. Living in a dream killed men. The storm had grown in strength as each minute leading to a wall of ice ripping the land like terrible jaws. It was getting harder, but the beacon in the distance promised something. An ending. That red, the only light...