Okay Again

Epilogue

It started with the lights.

There was no warning. They just started...taking. Hundreds of people disappearing at once. No one knew where they came from or why they were here.

Then came the riots.

People who thought the government was at fault took their stand.

That was stupid.

All that rioters disappeared too. Only the fires and destruction they left behind remained.

Then the Things came.

Nobody knew what to call them. Shade-like figures that varied between shadows to physical bodies. If you experience sleep paralysis, you know what I'm talking about. If not...well, just imagine someone, not anyone you know, but the basic shape of someone. An embodiment of your worst fears and negativity. As everyone has different fears, the things you see vary. Most of the time they are average height, but in special cases, they can be over eight feet tall, with thin limbs and dark coats.

Everything was chaos.

Families are split apart, nations closed off, territories being made...

Death.

Lots of death.

If you wanted to survive in this world you had to fight. Contrary to popular belief, They could be killed.

And we tried.

It took to much time, but eventually, weapons were created.

And we fought.

It wasn't enough.

The world still lies in chaos.

275 years after the lights came, and hope rises.

It will be okay.