Warning: This went a little dark, I reckon – I saw that huge glossy shadow in the lower section and was totally drawn into it….
Keep your eyes peeled, girl.
They move between dark places when the shadows shift. Between buildings. Inside homes.
My neighbour was left with a cave for a face.
They spread in shadows, their domain increasing as storms get fiercer, knocking out power, soaking firewood. They caused that too, of course. Moment they landed here the bastards were blotting out our sun.
So never blink. Be vigilant and you’ll catch a lifesaving glimpse. A spidery leg here, a scuttle at the corner of your eye. Shoot the bastards.
Keep ‘em peeled, girl. Here’s a razorblade. I can help, if you’d like?
Almost alone on a semi-deserted junk world, Kaylee badly missed her beloved Benji-dog.
But she’d finally found a new friend within the scrap heap.
The dusty robot gratefully consumed all the batteries she’d scrounged. He sucked thoughtfully on each one, his red headlamp eyes growing brighter, and his spiny fingers twitched and rusty claws flexed.
“KB is ready,” KB finally announced in a scratchy, staccato voice.
“So we can play?” she said.
“Yes, Kaylee.” said KB. “What shall we play?”
Razor sharp teeth chomped the last cell.
“I have a great game,” she grinned, “Huntin’ the varmints who murdered Benji!”