Dogs in the Junkyard
The Apocalypse is NOW… (well, it was a while back but who gives a crap)
Nobody remembers how or why. Maybe nobody ever knew.
The oldest living survivors have childhood memories of it:
cities burning, society in chaos then collapse, families set to panicked flight, the weird nights when the smoldering sky made midnight into a blood-coloured half-day.
Now the world is not what it was. Look around you:
evidently, certainly, not what it was. But also close your eyes, open your brain: something is wrong. At the limits of perception, something howling, everpresent, full of hate and terror. From this, the world’s psychic maelstrom, we none of us have shelter.