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Chapter 8


Such thoughts now were nothing more than a dream. Right now, it was survival. Follow the routine, keep out of sight and stay alive. There was nothing on the farm that anyone would come out here for. Years ago the land had been scoured by more confident bandits and anything […]

Chapter 7


The alarm woke Arthur and the pain in his lower back caused him to groan as he rolled over to silence the chimes. The house was carefully sealed, so that during the night no light could escape, but this meant as long as they were inside that clocks were important […]

Chapter 6


The days were only grey and the darkness during the day was only slightly less pervading than that of the night. Only between the hours of 07:00 and 16:00 was it possible to view the world with the naked eye. Inside his home, Arthur could maintain some sense of the […]

Chapter 5


He twisted himself and slid down into the house. The boy was waiting for him, as he often was after watch and looked at him, eager for the latest news from outside. “Nothing, as usual.” said Arthur. He still felt guilty at not telling James about the men he had […]

Chapter 4


He pushed himself up out the chair and let out a breath of air as he did so. Making the several daily journeys up the scaffold to make his watches was becoming less and less comfortable and although he felt the exercise was beneficial, his body was weakening through lack […]

Chapter 3


He looked back through the last week’s entries, the last month. They all read like this. One exception was nine weeks ago when, after the temperature he had noted; “Group heading towards town, cart, six men.”. He flipped back to the present day, trying to forget that entry. He had […]

Chapter 2


Out of habit he took the binoculars and starting on his left, tracked along the horizon. The dark made it hard to make out anything of interest and he flipped the switch to enable an infrared filter. Nothing. As he ran along the horizon the infrared made dull viewing and […]

Chapter 1


The sky was filled by a blanket of black cloud. It was always this way since the flash. Arthur sat on the plastic garden chair and looked to the dark horizon. He lazily scanned the fields and knew he wouldn’t see anything, he never did during the watch at last […]