Pale moonlight settled on smashed furniture. Dark shadows crept up the walls. A child’s doll looked up through the ruined roof, its crushed face frozen in fake horror: mute witness to the deadly attack years before.
Kal stirred on her makeshift bed. Instantly alert, she snatched up her rifle and listened. What was that? A night breeze seemed to be the only sound, peaceful and comforting. Seconds passed. Then, at the edge of her senses, she heard it again: the distant low wail of a Stalker. Kal grabbed her supplies and ran to the door, one thought on her mind: Run.