Fault (The Walk, #1)

We became so dependent on it, so taken by it that it became ingrained in us like the oxygen we breathe. Technology. The basis of our jobs, our entertainment, our communication, our entire way of life...
Gone.
Cell phones went first, followed by the cable and electrical lines. Funny, but there's more structure left in society than one might believe during a crisis this big. It might even be global, but we can't be sure. No one wants to say the word apocalypse, but it's in everyone's mind. It didn't come with a bang, but with a slow fizzle. One light went out, then two, then another and another until all the electricity drained away. The only hope given to us before the radios went silent was to head north.
"There's hope in the North," they said. "In the cold."
So we walk among the thousands heading north, and we pray for salvation. In the end, we're still people struggling to continue our lives in this fallen world. We still have compassion. We still have the need to love and be loved. We help those weaker than us because our societal nature demands it, and we'll survive because our humanity holds us together.
It's the buzzing in my head that disturbs me the most. It comes as a warning right before they do.
The little black spiders that are eating our world.