Stained Glass

Crunch. Snap. The sounds of the glass breaking under the weight of something large. Something deadly. That noise will be etched into your mind until you lay down to rest.

Ten Days ago the sun went out. For the first couple of days, it was just like any other natural disaster - shelter in place. All will be well. But five days ago they came. We didn't notice at first, not until the first set of casualties - the sound of footfalls, followed by someone being torn apart - their insides scattered around the room, blood painting the walls red. Smaller structures fared no better, they tore wood-framed houses to shreds as if they were made of tissue paper.  Within hours the casualties numbered in the tens of thousands.