Endless Night

The moment the sun went out, there was no thunder, no meteor, no divine proclamation. It simply dimmed, as if an invisible hand, reaching across ninety-three million miles, had snuffed out the torch hanging over humanity's head. In the first decade, people still believed this was a natural disaster that could be explained and repaired. Cities lit up with massive emergency lights, broadcasts repeatedly played reassuring announcements, and research institutions launched everything they could into the sky. But the darkness answered no questions, and the cold crept through the cracks of steel and concrete, inch by inch, into everyone's bones. By the fourth decade, food was more revered than gods, and hunger had turned humans into beasts. By the fifth decade, humanity no longer spoke of the future, only of whether they could survive the night. Li Feng lived to the fifth decade. — Description from novelcodex.org