The Nomadic Swansong

Well, here we are at last!

With a grim smile do I write that, for "here" is the one place we shouldn't be!

The end began as predictably as feared; fear, ignorance and hate. Everyone else was wrong, with as much impetus as minds closed rapidly. One way became The Only Way and those buttons were pushed.

We knew of the finality of nuclear war. Those that died were lucky. The survivors had this moment to lurch ever towards amidst that which grew from the shadows within.

The First were visions of nightmare but relatively easy to eliminate. We didn't always spot them, such was their pallor in twilight, but the mutation needed healthier hosts.

It spread with a virulent carnage did this atrocity, as plans to regroup became hysteria. The major cities emptied, the Swarm fleeing behind them in pursuit.

What fleeting howls we did perceive at first gained strength in numbers; hordes of Those who were once brethren having strength, until all we could do was hide.

But They were smart! Whatever changed their DNA from Homo Sapiens changed their intellectual capacity. We needed food rest and shelter; they had plenty of us and could wait.

So here we are, I say! The Last. With a final, impotent lurch, we go to our death....