WIP Story Summary

The World We No Longer Know

This story is a work of fiction. It may include references to or appearances of historical figures.
(This is an original story I am in the process of writing, and it is currently on indefinite hiatus until further notice.)

The year is 007AH. AH meaning “After Humanity,” as some call it. Humanity’s fight has been long over for nearly a decade. We lost this fight. We knew, as soon as the electricity had been stolen from us, that we were no longer the top of the food chain. 

Scientists (and many occultists) thought it would be alien invaders that brought human beings to our knees. The military had prepared weapons and countermeasures against space invaders of any sort. They didn’t think about the ones that already walked among us. 

Mythology and urban legends proved science and the military wrong. Aliens couldn’t care less about us. Not when our weapons didn’t harm attackers worth a damn, and they certainly couldn’t care less now that we hid ourselves underground. 

The only ones interested in cockroaches such as us, were the creatures hidden in the dark underbelly and in plain sight of our civilizations: the Nightwalkers. Nightwalkers, the unnaturally beautiful creatures that would lure you in and by the time you realized what was happening, it was too late. One could drink all your blood in a nanosecond. Another could transform into familiar, yet far more beautiful, animals and eat you, leaving not a trace. Others could cast dark enchantments that could torture a victim’s mind and body for weeks on end. Worst of all, many could turn into nightmare creatures that laugh in such a way that your blood freezes and your bones feel like they’re shattering under your skin, all while you scream in intense agony as they tear you apart, physically, mentally, and emotionally. 

Fifty percent of the planet’s population succumbed to such fates. Forty-eight percent were captured to either be used as slaves, or for the disgusting pleasures of the creatures that now openly walk what was once our world. Now, only two percent still remains free after all these years. I am one among that two percent.