15/07/2024
This morning feels like some form of dystopia.. the roads are empty, there's a fog in the air, humans are few and far between. The responsible survivors of last night's event gather at transport hubs to continue their work and prove their existence. Later in the day, the not so responsible survivors will crawl from their dark spaces into the light, moaning and shambling around, hoarding together in disappointment filled groups. It did not come home. This time.
