The shadows pressed up against the windows of the diner. They were unable to stand the light but hungry for its radiance.
Inside, the surviving humans huddled, exhausted and terrified beneath the buzzing fluorescents. A few tried to nap, pressing their heads against Formica tables. They shut their eyes against the glare and wished for soft darkness.
The two sides stared at one another through the thin glass, each desperately wanting what the other had and knowing it would destroy them.
Either the power would go out, or the sun would rise. They waited to see which would happen first.

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