Who am I? No one special. Just one of the last people on earth, no big deal. My name is Miles Carter, I am 17 years old and have been living alone on this dead world for two of them. Well I shouldn’t say alone, there are the shadows. The shadows are what came; what made the people disappear. When it started there was chaos and people thought they could win with weapons, but as soon as they stepped outside at dark, they were dead. No one has ever seen what they actually look like up close and live to tell. Even though this started three years ago, no one knows what they are or where they came from. All we know is they are fast, deadly, and almost unstoppable. The only thing you can do is board yourself up, stay as silent as possible, and pray to god they don’t find you. Luckily, they only come out at night and disappear during the day. That's the main reason we call them shadows, light will vanquish the dark, or shadows in this case. But with every rise of the sun they leave us to find the horrors of the previous night’s “hunt”. 

   During the day you may not have to worry about the shadows but there will always be danger. Wild animals, weather, dehydration, even other humans are a danger. The desperate ones are unpredictable and the ones that are in gangs are even worse, they search out people to steal their belongings and use them as bait to distract the shadows. Then there are the loners like me. The ones who wander from place to place, no reason to live but too afraid to die.