Contributor: SpaceBrown

I always enjoyed sunsets. They're just so beautiful. The bright golden sun slipping down over a distant horizon, turning the sky and clouds into a sea of molten pink, gold, yellow, and orange. With all of the pollution in the air, the sun appears to be a blood-red orb, and as it sets over the blackened horizon the dingy sky turns red as well. Stark red until it fades to black. I still enjoy sunsets, though. It's a race. Once the sky turns red I have approximately twenty minutes before the monsters come out.

Today has been rather uneventful as far as attacks go. Of course, I stuck to the hills all day – but that's just one more day of survival. I still have some tomatoes. I eat whenever I stop for the night.

I stumbled upon an old warehouse – ruins. That was tonight's resting place. As I entered I had my tire iron at ready. The monsters like to hide out in dark, abandoned buildings during the day. I don't know if they ever rest, but they do stick to the shadows.

Then I saw it. In the corner of the building, a form curled up in the corner. Ragged clothes, smeared with dirt and soot, hands over its head. It must have been waiting for sundown. I poised myself to strike.