Dark, quiet, cold, empty, sinister. The only words Brendan Faulks could think of to describe his world now. He had awoken alone, freezing and filthy in a marshy field. He had no memory of how he had got there. In fact, he had no short term memory at all.
He wandered endlessy along the barren land. Thirsty, hungry and extremely weak, everywhere he looked, he saw nothing. No buildings, no cars, no people, no animals and no sunlight. As Brendan continued to wander aimlessly along the dark nothingness, things were quickly becoming clear to him. Clear, that there was no evidence of humans or modern life having ever existed.
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