Small World

The city that once glittered with neon now lies under a cold, moonlit silence, its streets littered with overturned cars and shattered storefronts. Lewis Stillman moves like a shadow through the wreckage, a hand‑cuffed automatic at the ready, hunting for anything edible in the few stores that have escaped the alien raiders’ appetite. Every footstep is a gamble; the guttural cries of the invaders echo down the alleys, reminding him that danger is never far behind. When a pack of the creatures slips past a rusted sedan, his breath catches, but luck and caution keep him hidden—for now.

In the dim interior of a small delicatessen, Stillman gathers tins of food, the only comfort in a world turned into a night‑time jungle. The flickering lamp casts long shadows on cracked walls, while memories of a lost love named Joan flicker through his mind, giving him a reason to keep fighting. Each night is a tightrope walk between hunger, fear, and the relentless hunt, and the thin line of survival may vanish with the next footstep.