Blood. Screams. Terror. While the darkening forces invaded the world, seeping through soul to soul as if a sickening disease was spreading. Nightmares of which only existed in the mind dripped violently down our skulls. Drip. Drip. Drip. As the dark storm brews around us, the roaring wind harshly slapping the faces of innocents, the bullets rapidly pummeling towards others, the sick hands invading what doesn’t belong to them.

Trembling, shivering as an all too familiar feeling creeped it’s way through our frozen minds. The thunder crackling throughout the night, the lighting striking children, bodies found. In a world rapidly descendeding into a hallow abyss it’s difficult to find a way out, a safe place. Perhaps there is none.

Perhaps the light has dimmed, reduced to a faded memory or what was once alive. Where music hummed to the rhythm of life, the beaming warmth of an embrace didn’t feel so lifeless, hearts never stopped beating.

But what can one do when one can no longer see? What else is left once the light dies? One becomes blind, left to wander aimlessly navigating their way through a nightmare of which was the new reality.