"You find anything?” He asked from somewhere deeper in the house. “No.” She called. “It’s clean, like clean, clean. How about you?” She called. Pete hesitated. He stood over the bed in the far back bedroom and looked down at the corpse. The window was open; carrying most of the smell he had smelled when they first crossed the threshold out into the yard. The shelter of the house had been kinder to the body than the ones he had left under the tarp by the interstate. Her skin had a blackened mottling from where the blood had settled, but she looked at peace. “No. Nothing at all.”
The event left their home in ruins. They survived. How far does the devastation go? Has the rest of the world gone dark too? Is there any help out there at all? There's only one way to know. They have to go find out.