Seven Years from now, everything will change.
When the sun sank at 3, the world was silent. A curfew had been instated by an unspoken need; it really was for the citizen's protection. Those few politicians left that were uncorrupted tried to do what they could, encouraging people to plant indoors and not venture outside after dark. Artificial lighting helped keep the plants alive and gave the people the vitamin D they couldn't get from their dying sun.
This story takes place 8 years from now, a year after the Stock Market collapse completely, a year after tsunamis decimated Asia, after slavery again reared its ugly head. People are taken from their homes in the dead of night, and city officials are bribed to help move them. The world is corrupt, a creature living only by eating its own flesh. People haven't stooped to that level, but it can only come as the land becomes sterile from the nuclear fallout. The people are safe, having been moved into bunkers underground when the bombs were being dropped. So you might ask, what was the point of dropping the bombs then? Simple: heads of countries used petty vendettas to justify their actions in the long run: they couldn't kill the people, but they could make sure that they would die slowly. Only the rich survive, able to have personal farms indoors in carefully tended conservatories. And of course, the people doing the farming? The same people that were stolen from their homes by police officers trying to make a profit. The cops are as bad as the criminals: they just have a badge to back up their brutality.