[ WP ] First line `` I remember when a day was only 24 hours long . ''

I remember when a day was only 24 hours long. When there was still a sunrise to wake up to, and there was the sound of birds singing in the air. Now the only indication of time passed is the blare of sirens, giving all of us mere minutes to run to our bunkers before those beasts come back to hunt us. Those beasts who have hunted us even before the great fire. The great fire, a last ditch attempt by humanity to fight back. Now the sky is eternally grey and we came out the weaker ones. 
 There is no longer days or weeks, just surviving moment to moment in fear of the sound of scraping claws and the tell tale hiss and clicks of the beasts. 

