Aftermath.

From Jessicat: "Describe the aftermath of a significant event, all the details and fallout, without mentioning what the event is."

This is what life must have been like thousands of years ago, she thought. Small groups of people huddling together in the dark, taking turns standing watch against the Something that might creep out of the dark. Emma prodded the fire with a long stick to redistribute the coals and a few people shifted at the sound, just barely on the other side of sleep. Pulling her hands back into her sleeves to warm them, she settled back onto her heels and continued her vigil. Rain pattered down past the open doorway, as it had done every day for the past ten months.
Ten months, two weeks, three days.
Every day began with the slim hope that the rain might stop, but most folks had long given up on ever seeing sunshine again.
Emma looked out at the roiling grey sky and tried to remember what it had looked like when it was blue. She could barely even remember that colour now... everything was in varying shades of ash and mud, now. Her left leg had begun to cramp, so she stood up and walked around their encampment. Eleven people called this space home, and it was comfortable and safe enough, though there were still occasional raiders and brutes to fend off. She made her way over to one of the openings in the wall and glanced out at what used to be her city; from twenty-three stories up, the view was almost peaceful, and the inevitable screams from ground level didn't carry upwards very well.