People tend to ask each other if they remember what the old world was like, as if people weren't too busy with surviving. The only thing I remember is how the old world fell. People evacuating their homes, leaving towns that ended up becoming graveyards in the days ahead. When the military arrived in their trucks and tanks. I remember when them setting up the barricades in the streets, and seeing the monsters overwhelm the army. Then seeing the night sky set ablaze. I remember thinking "this is the end of the world". But times have changed and those days are gone. Now the only thing to remember... is survival. (Most of what is in this story is mine like most of the characters and the story are of my own. Except the symbiotes and what's related to them are not mine. But I did change a few things about the symbiotes to fit them into the story that will work. So don't be confused about it once you read it)