Sometimes, I can still remember the days when everything was so much simpler. I recall playing on the porch, feeling the wind blowing on my face as if everything was right. But all that ended when the trumpets sounded. The thing about myths and legends is there is always some truth in them—some more than others. I was only a boy when it happened, when both the earth and sky cracked open and two armies poured through.

It didn't matter if you were a child or an elder; no one could forget what they saw that day. Monsters with horns black like ash and coal, teeth sharp as knives. Some were so malformed that fear gripped your entire being, preventing you from moving. On the other side were knights clad in gold and silver with radiant wings of energy and light. And humans were caught in the middle of it. Guns couldn't do anything. All you could do was run.

It has been over seven years since what those of us who remain call "Judgment Day," and humanity is on the brink of extinction. But we can survive. We can fight. We just need to figure out how.