"My wife, Onnie, and I are on the run for weeks now. The city we once called home descended into chaos after the fall. We've had no choice but to flee with our son, Sirus, and hope to find refuge elsewhere. As we journey through abandoned towns and desolate landscapes, our hope begins to dwindle. But then, a miracle. We stumble upon a beautiful farm house sitting in the middle of a field, seemingly untouched by the chaos of the outside world. That's when we noticed the lights. It's strange, to say the least. We're soaked to the bone and desperate for shelter, so we take our chances and rush inside, grateful for shelter from the sudden storm that seems to have come out of nowhere. As we explore the house, the mystery surrounding the lights only grows. They seem to be on all the time, even though there's no power source we can see. But we're too tired to think about it too much, and we're just grateful for a roof over our heads. The only problem is, the lights are a beacon and they never turn off..."
"I wake to the sound of rain tapping against the window pane. It's been days since we moved into this mysterious new home, but the thought of our enemy's friends still lingers in my mind. Did they see the light before I figured out how to turn them off? And more importantly, will the light run out when we need them again?"
"If I thought the house with lights that never turned off was strange, I can't tell what I'm thinking now. A helicopter? I mean, yeah, things have been beyond weird lately but, we haven't seen a helicopter in a decade. And I sure as heck am questioning my trust in Chuck and Gretchen. Who are they?"