00 Prologue

Nova flew above the camp that was surrounded in the dead. Their clothes were torn and falling apart, their bodies broken with the thousand others pushing against them. The ones at wall were mangled and dead, but more and more came up behind them.

The dead were at least a hundred deep all the way around. There were probably 50 thousand in total.

Dammit we should have left when they'd just started. Over the first two weeks of the end of the world, it hadn't gotten any better.

Nova landed, among her friends, with the grace of an eagle. She retracted her wings and folded them neatly behind her.

Then she heard a loud crack behind her.