"I on my part give up the uncertainty of eternal rest and go out into the dark where may be the blackest things that the world or the nether world holds!" – Bram Stoker, Dracula

                    Prologue

                               2012: THE Aftermath

My wedding was in the fall, a New England ceremony. Our vows were sanctified on a salient day, draped by a Newport mansion. It was magical, enchanting. I married my soul-mate. Loving and devoted, Seth Fields always made me feel like I had been kissed by the gods. We had the storybook romance of the modern age. Our life together was near perfect: We lived within the illustrious confines of a historic colonial, where we set out to start a family and grow old together. That was eight months ago.

Our world has since collapsed, like so many others.