A few soft taps made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again, if you could call it snow. He watched sleepily as the flakes, dark and brown, fell softly to the ground.<br/>He preferred to call it snow, rather than what it actually was. Most of the people left called it varying things, such as- Ashfall, or FallingDeath...<br/>Snow was a more gentle word.<br/>There wasn't a lot of things to read about The End, most of the tales were passed down from one generation to the next. If you were lucky, you were able to get your hands on a book someone had written after. Documenting what happened in those fateful years.<br/><br/>Lucas was born right after the war, growing up in a kill or be killed kind of world. It hardened a person, but he tried his best to be as kind as his situation permitted to the people he came across.<br/>It had been 20 years since then, and the world was finally putting itself back together.