Imagine sailing out from Normandy in the dead of night, then an hour before dawn when you and your friends will land in Britain, it happens. At first you think that the light is the sun rising, but something is wrong… Its from the north? The another sun and another, until the night sky shines brighter than a midsummer day. A few seconds pass and you taste metal in your mouth and then the shockwave hits. The sea, calm just a minute ago, is now full of waves and the hot wind howl against your landing craft as a sound louder than any artillery barrage rips the air apart. And then, silence… Only the sound of the now rough sea and the boats motor is heard.

An hour later, when you reach shore, there is no gunfire. No shells hit the beach, no British bunkers spray steel at you and your friends, only the broken barricades and barbed wire greets you. Inland, there is only silence, not even the birds sing. High above you, a great black cloud is illuminated in the early morning sun. Deep inside you wonder what waits ahead, you wonder what humanity has become.