Tiny Tales

November 2nd. Ever since the machines turned on us, we’ve been hiding in the darkness. Where the network can’t reach us, we’re safe.

There’s only a few dozen of us left, trying to gather supplies and precious food in the ruins of the city. We need to get out of here, maybe we can find more survivors, we can warn them, maybe we have a chance.

What’s that light in the distance? Just a flicker?

God help us. They are coming.