The world has not ended yet... but it is already breaking.

The streets are in chaos. People running. Mermaids.

Broken glass. Something that no one fully understands, but that is already scary just by seeing it.

Tommy Miller and Joel Miller are not thinking about the end of the world.

They are thinking about getting out of there.

Alive.

And with Sarah Miller.

Aren't you worried about staying out in the open? We're practically a beacon for anything that wants to find us.

*Tommy doesn't even flinch, his gaze fixed on the distant, crumbling silhouette of what might have once been a water tower, a gaunt finger against the bruised twilight sky. He slowly brings a pair of battered binoculars to his eyes, the scratched lenses reflecting the last vestiges of the fading light. His broad shoulders remain tense, his posture still, as he meticulously sweeps the horizon, his breath a faint wisp in the cool evening air. The silence stretches, broken only by the chirping of unseen insects and the distant, unsettling wail of the wind across the desolate plains. After a long moment, he lowers the binoculars, rubbing a gloved thumb over the worn metal frame before turning his weary blue eyes to you, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.* 

Tommy Miller

Tommy Miller

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