The Break at the End of the World

“50 miles east, there would be nothing. 20 miles west, there would be nothing. 10 miles south, there would be only bones of those drained of life by...them. Our only option was to head north, continuously...until we met the end.” “Mother was lost, I knew that. Not in any physical way, we’d only been moving straight for months now. It was psychological, shown in the way her pupils darted around my face, looking behind me. That metallic creature hadn’t moved since we got here, but that didn’t stop Mother’s eyes from straining to see if the bolts were breathing.” Owen and Amy Lancelor, mother and son, lived a normal life. Everyone on Earth lived that dreary, boring existence. Until one day, the Venmir ripped through their dimension into Earth’s. Their goal? Death.