The end came in a fiery wave. A cacophonous chorus of screams, cries and terror. And it was over just as quickly leaving behind nothing but silence. No birds in the trees, no cicadas in the shrubbery and no annoying family to whinge and moan at you. There are so few of us left now and we are all strangers. Some of us were unlucky enough to be underground when they came. The tube, the stuffy underground train that so many used and everybody hated, turned out to be the only salvation from the end, or the worst damnation. Depending how you look at it. I choose to see the downside. Of course, I’m too chickenshit to shuffle myself off this mortal coil. At least right now. After all, the world has ended and we that remain have nothing but time. Literally. Sometime soon though, I’ll see them again. My husband with his irritating sense of humour and endless, useless hobbies. And her. I miss them both. And there really is nothing left to live for. The daily grind is a fight for survival. Against the others that survived for the rare packaged food that can be salvaged between the blood and the bodies. For the weaponry fashioned out of broken down car engines and busted rusty tools. But the time to die isn’t now. There is one thing more important than meeting them in the great beyond. Vengeance. And it will be mine. It is the saddest of truths that we caused our own destruction. The human race is a deeply flawed thing. And before I leave this world and reunite with what was once mine, I pledge to rid the world of what is left of us. That will be my legacy. So prepare yourself because I’m coming for you next. When I am truly alone here, then and only then will I join you. But first, vengeance shall be mine. It shall be theirs. My husband... and my baby girl. I’ll butcher them all. All for you.