Legions howl like the death of decades in an abandoned century. A woman who's time is fed flees from a traitorous, high-rise dwelling of cullers; survivors who she destroys for the murder of her family. What might've been follow in the steps of her past. Her sanity crunches like the disruption of bones from sockets. She escapes into the steps of her future, through a vermilion city of what might've been; the anthropophilic epistemology of eschatology. Disintegrating flip flops are all that prevent her bare feet from touching savage ground. Mal'akhs. A zoo. The highway. Fundamentalist campers hunted by a pack of hyenas. This is the story of time's fed. She runs from the aftermath to the epilogue, through the diluvian apocalypse of what might've been; through extinction and the final horrors within the Ark of a young earthen God. God and Man are undead.