Day 2,124

Tree stumps still smouldered amidst the downpour and the ash was soon washed away from all the bones, flowing into the mud that slowly pulled them back down into the ground they first erupted from. The few survivors huddled in the only building left vaguely standing in the silent moments left after the world had fallen into chaos.

Everyone knows how it's supposed to go in the movies - heroes swooping in with guns blazing and saving the day so well that the world just goes right back to how it was before. This hadn't happened. Their heroes were chosen by pure accident, cobbling their scattered information together and throwing whatever weapons they could make or salvage until there was nothing left to throw and nothing to throw it at.

Heroes do good deeds - they did the unspeakable and lived and that was all that mattered. Maybe if they repeated this often enough they might start to believe it but for now they were left in a dilapidated cabin surrounded by broken trees, broken bodies and fires too stubborn for the rain to extinguish.