and in the days and weeks following Z-day, the last remaining vestiges of humanity try to make their way in the new forsaken world
every so often they hear rumours of a man doing what he can to help the survivors
a man who has lost all he held dear
a man who realises that in order to survive, we need to fight
and thus he toils away, forging weapons for those who come to see him
known only as the Dancing Man he works, dawn till dusk for the hopes of humanity