The second Luna opened the door, the assaulting smell of smoke hit her nostrils with enough force to knock her back a step. The sound of the impacts were deafening and she knew there was no going back. Covering her mouth and nose with her cardigan, she began the descend to the floors below her. Moving as fast as she could, she swung yourself around the turns, trying not to trip. She knew that if she did, she might not get out of this alive. Follow Luna as she attempts to survive the apocalypse along side Adam and a group of survivors. She will face death, trauma, loss, but most of all - Love. *I do not own the rights to the art* #1 in Fungus 2020