The Hell Rain, The Day that Marked the World's End

Day 157 - 7:32 AM - Mountain Base, Mount Malabito, General Nakar, Province of Quezon

On the balcony of his house, Mark sat alone. With a cup of coffee in his hand, he gazed at the sky.

Today was the threshold. The final day that Earth would be seen as it was before the apocalypse. At any time, the world-changing catastrophe would happen.

However, none of them knew when it would happen. It might be today or might happen tonight. It might even be tomorrow.

One thing was definite, nonetheless. Today would mark the start of another era on Earth. 

An era not ruled only by science but also magic.

But, of course, it was not the humans nor the magical races that reigned the new era.

It was the infected who would rule it.

There was nothing to do now but wait. At these times, it made one think about how powerless an individual could be in the face of such a catastrophe.

"Gege?"