The end of the world happened suddenly and not in a way anyone would have expected, apart from those locked up in asylums perhaps. Though humanity had the power to blow itself of the face of the earth many times over it was a supernatural reason that caused humanities downfall.<br/>Overnight 99% of the planet's population of humans disappear in to thin air as if they never existed. Their belonging the only thing left to prove they existed, no bodies littering the streets. Large cities have become eerily quiet overnight. In New York cars stand empty, engines still running as if the driver has just nipped out to pick up a donut or a hot-dog. a phone booth has the phone hanging on it's cable, a brief case standing inside without it's owner.<br/>It wasn't long before fires would start breaking out. A house with a pot still on the fire would cook dry and  small fire starts and quickly spreads, without any fire brigades to stop the spread it wasn't long before entire districts went up in flames. In Japan where the Nuclear plants were still recovering from the Tsunami not that long ago the infamous Dai Ichi went in to meltdown once again and this time nothing stopped it. Deadly radiation spread out and leaked in to the environment making the country a poisoned waste. Surprisingly it was the only reactor that went ballistic, even the Russian ones went in to shutdown mode stopping the powerful chain reactions.<br/><br/>Animal life so far seems to be unaffected. Rats, always flourishing in humanities footsteps seem to be abundant for now. But new predators arrive on the planet, from the depths of the earth unnatural creatures arise. The worst of them are the Reapers, humanoid in shape but by someone with a twisted idea of what a human should look like. These creatures have mottled skin, gray yellowish colour with dark spots and patterns. Their eyes are large and yellow, long arms that seem to be double jointed and containing long dark talons for nails. These creatures are fast and hungry. There are only a few now but these creatures will look for the remaining humans for sport.<br/><br/>In this world Marcus Ericson awakes, a Swede from origin he immigrated to the states to try and make it big. Ironically he managed to do just that only for the world to collapse around him. Being an IT bod he picked up a job with HP, worked his behind off for just enough to pay the rent and survive and keep up his archery hobby. In between he certified himself and played about with computers.<br/>Doing a bit of White Hatting he ended up tapping in to a big server in Wall Street. Instead of making a mint messing with the figures he kept his white hat firmly on and passed on the holes and how to fix them. This in turn landed him a well paid job which he just started 6 months ago. He bought himself that cool recurve bow he had his eye on, got a new car and just moved in to his own apartment as he could now get a mortgage.<br/>Unfortunately just like so much of New York it too burned down.<br/>Now he is holed up in a basement, alone, distressed and paranoid. It's been 2, 3 months now since he last saw another human and there are sounds at night.. "Why do you bother.... everyone is gone... just give up... find a gun shop and end it..." he mutters to himself " No no no no... no one is unique... even in silent earth there were others.. I will not give up!" He paces round in his small space "Suit yourself.... but you won't find anyone holed up in here, plus you need to get some food... raid a store, get some twinkies, they last.. "<br/>Plucking up his courage he carefully exits his hideout.<br/>Marcus is but a shadow of his former self, usually clean shaven and wearing an office suit he now sports a beard of a month, his hair is a mess and in need of a trim and a wash. He couple of days ago he took some clothes out of an outdoors store so his equipment is more than fit for the cold weather. He grabs his Recurve bow and quiver, he really should get a gun but they are so noisy... not that he would have the guts to shoot the bow at anyone let alone a gun. Still... the noises at night are worrying...<br/>Slowly and carefully he traipses through the snow. It's been months now and it's still seeing a city that was bustling with humans be eerily quiet. As he walks towards a corner shop he notices a sound... foot steps? Nervously he notches a sporting arrow on to the string. "..h.Hello?... Anyone there?.... Come out..slowly... I'm armed and not afraid to shoot..." His voice slightly trembling.. and probably not of the cold.<br/>