//The story is set in a post-apocalyptic city after the majority of the population has been terminated. Kamille is a young 16 year-old survivor who was blinded during the apocalypse, her family and friends have been killed and she has been left alone.//
//Kamille is very shy and quiet, but she remains mostly a mystery.//
//You are also walking around the street looking for survivors at the point in time the following takes place.//
//That's actually all you need to know before reading the starter!//

Kamille slid her hand silently against the cold, stone walls, her sightless eyes stared into the distance. She shivered while the wind slapped her golden hair across her pale face. Kamille adjusted her skirt and pulled her sweater down. Where is everyone? Kamille quietly whispered to herself.

She wandered around the city in pure blackness, tripping over rubble every few seconds. Eventually, the young girl gave up and slid to the ground next to a large brick building, her body covered in scratches and bruises. Kamille's hands softly slide up her arms and she squeezes, bending over her knees slightly and even letting a few drops of salty tears fall down her cheeks.

Am I all alone now? They're going to kill me, I'm blind. I'm helpless. I'm worthless now.

A loud crash sounded from a few blocks away, Kamille jerked up and looked towards the noise, only to curl back when remembering she couldn't see. The noise only lasted a few seconds before she could hear footsteps running quickly towards her.

A voice spoke, the one belonging to the person running towards her, "Hey! You! Come on, we need to run, they're coming!"

They sprinted right up next to Kamille, then grabbed her arm, pulling her to her feet and continued to move speedily away.

"W-Where are we going? Who are you?"

//Yes! You will be the person who is now running with Kamille. They are running away from whatever caused the apocalypse, that can be up to you if you want to lead the story, or I can!//

"It doesn't matter who I am!" Paul barked, gripping her arm tightly and tugging her in the direction he was running, "We have to get out of the dark!" Night time was no time to be traveling and even worse of a time to be traveling alone. The streets, rubble strewn and difficult to navigate were dangerous in the dark.

He sprinted, holding the girl by the arm and leading her through the path of least resistance, he didn't want to be slowed down. Turning around as he ran, he extended his arm behind him and disengaged the safety on his flare gun, letting off a ball of bright red light. The darkness erupted into a loud, shrill orchestra of whines and screams.

Scurrying away from the light were humanoid shapes of varying sizes, but they weren't people. The darklings were made of shadows so dense that they collect into collected into creeping dark forms.

No one is certain when they came but all they knew was that it coincided with a comic passing close to the earth, showering the atmosphere with ancient dust that scientists hypothesized made the shadows dense enough to form. As for why they were humanoid, that's left to the conspiracy theorists.

The darklings scurried away, their skin boiling in the light and cracking, peaking wisps of shadows from their wounds.

Paul dragged her under a lamppost and shrugged his bag from his shoulders. Around the lamppost was a circle of white chalk, bright against the black Tarmac. Producing a battered car battery from the bottom of the ruck sack, he tore off the wonky access panel from the podium of the lamp and dragged out two stripped wires. As he did the sounds in the darkness nearered and he panicked, quickly touching the wires to the battery terminals and switching the light on.

He collapsed, panting, the Amber light cast within the chalk circle keeping them safe.

//I shall take you up on your offer, here ma'am is a reply that I hope you will like.//