After a series of small asteroids impact around the globe. They carry with them a spore that quickly grows a purple flower known as the Bloom. Within days people start dying in waves. Marshall is a survivor, trying to scrape together a life in the post Bloom word. Heartbroken lost and suffering panic attacks. He works to shut the world out not allowing himself to get close to anyone. He tries to hide from the world, by only working the night watch guard duty, and living by himsef away from the rest of community his job is to protect. He finds comfort in music, movies and his journals. When the pains gets to much he turns to alcohol to drown out his feelings and thoughts of the old world. His world changes when he rescues a young woman similar to him. She clings to him for protection, but he doesn’t know if he is ready to let someone in again.    Author's note: This is the first time I have posted any of me writing. I first had the idea for this short story in a creative writing class in High School to long ago to admit. This is a work in progress, items might change as I work the story out more. The goa is to finish. Comments, criticism, and encouragement are welcome. All rights belong to Lester Cliff.  Few other things: Some scenes are not as deep as I want wording and grammar issues may/will appear. I need a good editor.