Humanity evolved to be persistence hunters. Humans can move slowly, but efficiently, and catch fast prey that exhausts itself with short bursts of energy. The human body was designed to move at a steady pace. Fast, not too fast. There was a reason that humanity was still around after all the rabbits had died. 

Cassel and Alter crouched at the edge of the basin and ate cold canned corn. They left the empty cans where they had stopped, to be crushed and ripped in the storm. Their food packs were almost empty. They would have to raid a shipping container sometime in the next week.

In a world without animals to hunt or plants to harvest, humanity had become a race of scavengers again. The railroad from Juarez to Santa Fe had passed through Portertown, and a train had been on the route when the storms began. The shipping containers were still scattered around the mountain range. Cassel and Alter had been raiding them for years. 

From hunter-gatherers to farmers to industrials, and now, back to gatherers. From inanimate dust to single cells to animals to mammals to humans, and soon, back to inanimate dust. 

This is an excerpt from The Last Epileptic. You can read the rest on AO3 or Substack