All the Fiends of Hell

by Adam L.G. Nevill

When the sun was all but gone, an unusual tint remained on the low cloud that had not broken all day. A watery rose stain had spread across the entire northern horizon, as if a distant fire cast a reflection on the sky.

poetic.

He’d not survived the event. He’d been left behind. That fitted his profile and prospects. An oversight during the end of civilisation and the extinction of mankind. The last to hear, the most overlooked and easily forgotten person in the room, street, village, town. World.