Shadows: Horror

[penthius]

Shadows walk through the hours of the day when there should be no shadows. Death comes for those who should not die. Those who should die...transform into something else. All the world is falling apart. This is what the TV said, before it went blank, before it switched over to an automated broadcast emergency channel controlled by who knows what. That's what the radio said, before it went dead. That's what the newspapers said, while there were still any printed on a regular basis. Some of the newspapers have started back up again, but they print on strange and erratic schedules and half the time they seem to be spouting lies designed to trap people into places where they can be gathered in large groups. By something. IF people are being gathered by something. If that something, for which we have no name, even exists. Love can save us. We have been told that love can save us, and I do believe that. I believe it with all my heart, because without the prospect of something that can save us, we are a dead species, at least in the form that I remember existing before the shadows walked when shadows shouldn't. I'm just worried that I won't find anyone to love, to save me. My family is gone. I have no close friends. I try to make close friends, but I think they sense my desperation and read it as a hunger and fear that I am part of the something that we have no name for.

Inspiration: "Love is Gonna Save Us" - Benny Benassi
Story potential: Medium-high
Notes: Now to find a good, plausible *creepy* reason why love will save them.