City of Light:Makia: Twilight.

It was his favourite bar, and it always had been. The walls were dark oak panels that stretched from the floor to the high ceilings, all except the front which was a series of glassed in French doors. In the spring they would open those doors and the noise of the bar would spill out into the alleyway; political rantings of deeply stoned minority party members, philosophers deranged from too much gin and too many drugs, and the inevitable bar fight between local toughs.

Now it was all silent and still, a fine layer of dust covered most everything and the glass doors were boarded over. Amazingly much of the liquor was still here, when the end came of the City there wasn't much time for people to consider looting and given their presence here few were inclined to wander it's streets.

He was early, he hoped, so he took down the chairs at his favourite corner booth and opened up some of the doors that hadn't been nailed shut. Purple light filled the gloom of the bar streaming in from just over the horizon and through the crumbling walls of neighboring buildings, not a lot of light but enough so that he could see things clearly. He took the chairs down at his favourite booth and wiped down the table with his sleeve, then went up to the bar and selected a bottle that had less dust then the others. He poured some of the liquid into a recently wiped out glass and went and sat in the open door way.

It burned his throat and stung his nose, but after the first sip a pleasant warmth spread though out his body as he looked out across the ruins. This had once been a great city, a paradise in the midst of a harsh unforgiving desert but now, as with everything that was once great, it had fallen into disrepair and decay. Makia didn't know how many tribes had once lived in it, nor did he really have any idea how large it was, he had spent days here walking out for a long time in any given direction through, and he never reached the end of the city before he had to turn back to the safety of the bar.

Night didn't come often to this city, given it's proximity to the sun but when it did, either thanks to a dust storm in the wastes, or by some other factor that he hadn't divined yet, there were ... things that came out. They boiled out of the ground through man-hole covers like a plague and filled the streets, if there was anything or anyone that they could reach then it would be killed for food. The were human in the most basic of forms, but moved hunched forward, their large powerful arms pulling them along while their feet kick them to great speeds. Only once had he been close enough to see the face of one of them; it was long and bestial, a mouth full of rows of tiny sharp teeth and it's protruding maw covered with slack grey flesh. Their eyes were dead, flat and black featureless orbs that never seemed to move and never expressed anything. But night wasn't due for another few 'days' according to calculations, so for now he could sit and drink and wait to see if anyone else from the College would show up.