
Story/
In a future not so far away the Earth’s brightest star started to fade. The sun grew black and started to decay, withering like a flower in winter’s glory, the day the sun died. It all happened just a few months ago. At first everyone just stood back and tried to understand why but couldn’t. Soon riots broke out, people began to doubt their faiths and beliefs wondering what would happen next. The trees and plants died and oxygen began to vanish. Many cities constructed domes to capture the remaining air and keep what little oxygen we had left safe.
Strange men dressed in black began to roam the streets searching for something that couldn’t be found. They are mysterious in their nature and perhaps only a rumor. It is said they appear before those with only doubt in their hearts and speak in strange tongues. Their numbers are numerous and their purpose uncertain. Some call these folk ‘The Others’.
And then there’s where I come in, just an average boy of seventeen years of age. I tried my hardest not to let it get to me, but the sun was gone and there was nothing I could do. I often thought to myself this day would never happen in my lifetime but boy was I wrong.