The Lost Colors

Entire cities went up in fire and the streets were littered with corpses. Broken, burnt, torn, sliced bodies that long ceased to breathe were the only constant across the planet. 

Entire Pluto had the population of one billion. But Neptune had eight billion people. Even though almost half of them were evacuated, too many were left behind.

Most of them died under this carnage unleashed by the beasts that called themselves abyssals.

Julius watched the video clippings showcasing the horrors.

The tears of the mothers, the heartbreaking whimpers of the fathers, the wails of children and the sobs of the elderly.

The abyssals chased after the humans like they were cattle and slaughtered like it's a competition.

They marked the humans, let them run promising them survival. The injured and weakened people would run with all their strength, and after some time, they'd give birth to a hope that perhaps they were going to survive.