Penn Everything looked normal in the darkness, when you couldn't see the sky. No one looked forward to the dawn anymore.
Life was lived at night, a people made nocturnal to hide from facing what their world had become.
The walk up the large hill tired the old woman out, and her breath was heavy as she reached the top.
Resting against the large tree that sat in the center of the hill she looked down at the old man sitting against it. A sigh passed her lips.
"Every morning I find the bed empty, and you sitting on this hill. When will it stop Len?" "When I get an answer."
"and when you get too old to climb this blasted hill?" "then I know there is no hope."
"Sir we just got a report in from central." "And?" "Six more cities, which increases the contam grid at least twelve hundred square miles"
"Sir, they are estimating national contamination in twenty four hours." "Sir?"
