They arrived overnight. It started off somewhere in Europe, where exactly nobody really knew. They tore through cities, laid waste to civilization as we knew it. They moved as a pack, millions upon millions of them infesting parts of the world. When they were done wreaking their havoc on a country, they would move to the next, leaving only a few stragglers behind. They worked like a virus. They were a virus. These were infected beings. They brought the apocalypse, and all we could do was sit down and accept the package. They desroyed our world. It was theirs now. Their Dark World.
Summers listened to the rain pattering on the makeshift steel lean-to he had set up. It was his turn for guard duty, as usual. It was as if it was always his shift. That wasn't to say he didn't enjoy it, sitting on the rooftop feeling the cool winter air. But today was different. The usually cold, dry mornings had turned into storm filled maelstroms of rain and sleet. It was depressing, really. Summers squinted to try and make out the street below. A lonely shape was wandering through the storm. Summers observed, wide eyed, for a further minute or two, then grabbed the bow by his side. He had stolen this from a hunting store when... This... all began. He opened a trap door that led down from the roof to the building below. "We've got ourselves another," Summers called down through the hole. There were sounds of shuffling down below, a sharp "click", then a crack that could only be associated to a high-caliber weapon. The figure's head spilt out all over the snow. "The hell man? Don't use the freaking sniper!" Summers shouted down. "Shut it Summers." Came the reply. Summers climbed down into the dark room he had called home now for at least 6 months. He looked at the silhouettes spread out all across the room. Some of them were once his classmates, now they were his "Komrades". His only chance of survival.