The world afterwards is a dark and nightmarish place,
where those few of us who survive and aren’t infected (what is it about us that
makes us immune to infection? Do the dreams give us some kind of protection?)
live a life on the margins. The air is heavy and clogged with ash, and all
around us is the next stage of man – one which has given us all semblances of civilisation,
and where cannibalism and horrific violence are not only the norm, but a source
of great pleasure. We real survivors have to creep around them, knowing that
like all hunters their senses are heightened, and if they were to intuit our
presence their fingers would dig deep beneath our flesh and rip our bones from
their sockets.
Out here in
Wales the dreams are so intense that we can spend the first half hour of a
morning just holding each other as a group, trying to briefly protect ourselves from what’s to come.
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