The sun was setting behind the mountains, casting a warm golden glow over the fields. It was harvest time and the air was thick with the scent of ripe apples and fresh hay. In this idyllic countryside stood a small farmhouse, surrounded by neatly planted rows of crops. Inside sat an old man, hunched over his wooden desk, scribbling away in a leather-bound journal.
It was the summer of 1985 when Sarah first laid eyes on him. She had just moved to the small town of Millfield and was immediately captivated by his rugged good looks and quiet demeanor. He worked at the local diner and always seemed to be surrounded by a cloud of mystery. Despite her best efforts, Sarah could never seem to get close to him.
The world has changed. A virus swept across the globe, leaving in its wake a trail of destruction that few could have predicted. People were forced to adapt to a new way of life, one defined by isolation and fear. And yet, amidst all this uncertainty and chaos, there remained pockets of hope - small communities that banded together to weather the storm.
It was a warm summer night when Sarah first saw him. He was standing in the shadows outside her apartment building, smoking a cigarette and looking up at her window. Her heart fluttered as their eyes met briefly before he turned away, disappearing down the street.