Ashes keep getting in the food, part of her spoon is made from the finger bone of a former neighbor. Meat is meat, mosquito, rodent or deceased stick figure. There is no proof either way of a favorite squirrel being Chex mix. The gray winds are swirling, that's when the gas smells are the sharpest. Seems the sun is a thing of the past, so are people sightings. Everything is damaged or gray, didn't Revelations contain some sunshine? Boils and sores make up the human body, darkness comes at noon. Despite people being lined up against the wall and shot, none of them died for five months, then after that, everyone died. So much for those two world leaders and their Ted Talks. Those voices in the head never stop, they just keep talking: repent, repent. Whatever that means. This is an accompanying story with The Beast Within, of the Antichrist and False prophet. Horror-fiction dystopia with biblical elements.