Left (n.h.)

"Shhhh." He coos in my ear softly, his hand pressed against my mouth as the creature lurks outside.

The closet is small and humid, a very uncomfortable way to start the evening.

"We're okay. They only eat at night." He mumbles, the creature just outside of the closet door moaning and salivating hungrily.

And at that moment in my skull, a small crack of craziness had turned into a gash of total insanity.

Holland Roman was only eighteen when the first wave of many world catastrophes hit the planet earth. The planet now a wasteland of radiation and monsters.

Creatures that go by the name of Lurkers roam the new world, eating whatever and whoever they can. The shift makes it unbearably hard to go on, not without your sanity. Making not only the Lurkers a threat, but everything; and everyone.

Entire biomes were destroyed, radiation breached, animals were mutated, and most people were killed, but not us.

We're what's Left.