The moon hung up in the sky, trying to brighten the bleak atmosphere of the apocalypse. And, It was also the source of light for the people sitting in the conference room of the overall head.
The glass window still had a huge hole through it, but no one bothered about that.
Maybe because of the way the world changed so much, and the way people reacted to things like this were not like before. It wasn't only their reaction to that. Everyone knew almost instinctively that the strong were going to rule. And the weak were going to be swallowed by the strong.
Now, it was that time; the old strong had been washed and faded away by the new strong.
All the fear and reverence that was given to the old will be re-written by the actions of the new.
And now it was left for one last thing: how would this new strong person lead?