The Hunter (Supernatural/Post Apocalyptic)

Some of the old one's still remember the earth quakes, but they say that wasn't the worst part. The worst part came in the weeks that followed. The chasms left in the Earth after the quakes rocked the world destroyed almost every electrical grid on the planet. Oil refineries burned, nuclear reactors metled down, in the blink of an eye, society collapsed and mankind was sent back to the stone age. After that was when the mists came...

Some think the monsters that came with the mist came from whatever place inside the planets crust the mists did. Others think that the mist is a living thing itself, and that it creates whatever humans fear in order to feed. No one knows for sure, no one who has ever gone into the thick of the mist has ever come out again, and just inhaling a small amount of it can drive a person insane.

Its been 50 years since the quakes. Humanity lives in small settlements and caravans, constantly on the move. Gasoline, oil, and electricity are rare commodities, and too precious to be used so carelessly as they used to. Large cities are almost non existant, every time too many of us stay in one place for too long the mist always comes, like it can smell us. It's everyone's job to keep their groups and families safe, but only a few actually have the skill to take down the beasts that come from the mist. My uncle taught me to hunt after my father was killed by one of those nightmares. Some day, I'll teach somebody too..or maybe I wont. Maybe its like the old ones who still believe in God say; this is the end times.

"But, why?" I had asked my grandmother as she wrapped the blankets around me as a little boy. "Why would God create us, love us, give us free will, and then destroy us?"

"I don't know..." she said to me as she blew out the candle next to my cot. "Maybe he just got tired of all the bullsh*t.."