Our only chance of survival was to abandon our civilization. We had to let it go .. we had to run and hide. There was no going back, but we could never leave. All we could feel was the emptiness rattling through the air afterwards. We could touch it, taste it, run our fingers through the hair of it. It was in our lungs, like an infection. And as it fell into disrepair, so did we, the people who once inhabited the bits left of crumbling buildings.