Surviving an apocalypse isn't considered possible, but what if it was? What if you're one of the few remaining survivors? This is a tale of a group of people, a.k.a the night-walkers. They are on the run to fight for their own lives, but also avoiding the risk of being attacked by the evil entities which lurk beneath the ruins, and especially her... The black Bird.
Like the black bird, her hair distinct, in dark ebony; it wavers in the breeze.
Like the distinct dark, she is dangerous, with observant, merciless eyes.
And eyes, like the black bird's beak, and glows like the setting sun; it's such a vibrant colour.
And like the setting sun, engulfed by night, she can end the day... And the dream to live.
Her song will never end.
Falling asleep at night becomes a great danger, and if anyone dares listen to the lullaby, if you ever encounter her, she will show no mercy and will hunt you down. But whatever you do in this corrupted world, just don't sleep in the dark on your own.
If you get in, you can't get out. If you call it home, you already belong to it.
If you are here, you're already gone. One thing is certain: these doors were not designed to keep you out.
She has seen and dealt with her own brand of personal madness all her life. She's not sure if she has become the disease or if there is someone, something, far sicker than she could ever be messing with her already sore mind.
Are her symptoms consuming her life or are they turning her into the perfect survivor?
Is this real? Or is it all happening inside her head?
Does it really matter anyway?
**Awesome cover created by the extremelly talented x_Luminous_x, for which I am deeply grateful. I could never make something so beautiful. I hope the story does it justice**