It all started with the old cars hidden in the woods and their inhabitants.

When the New World began rising, it started making its way into the broken one. Some of the first places to experience the sudden emergence were small towns; the type with a lane of old-fashioned shops and businesses with houses littering the terrain within a quarter to half mile radius. Places such as these were forced to surrender their land to a forest of gnarled and twisted trees without warning.

Strangest of all, none of the residents were ever accounted for. Every house and building seemed to be undisturbed save for trees and plants growing through the floor and tendrils and vines clinging to the walls; any belongings or materials looked as though they'd been simply left there by the owners. There was no human remains in the town. There were no corpses or skeletons. There was no sort of grave or memorial that called the town now belonging to the New World home. The people were just gone.

In their place came the creatures. Not of seemingly natural origin, they emerged with the trees or flew from the sky. The smaller creatures found more comfort in the newly abandoned vehicles in which, much like the houses and buildings, gave way to the sudden growing foliage and forest. Unlike the residents of the town, the natural inhabitants of the surrounding areas could be determined. Needless to say, the humans have seemingly suffered significantly less than the animals. The grounds were soaked in their blood and trails of red tracked back to the town.

The people vanished for a reason. The New World emerged as violently as it did for a reason. Most importantly, it emerged in those towns for a reason. All for her.