After Eight (ota)
Alice walked quietly and slowly down the street. Everything had gone quiet again, but she was left with some gashes and cuts on her arms, chest, and face. Nothing that wouldn't heal and nothing that couldn't wait. Even though everything went back to the eerie greyness, Alice was on edge. She didn't trust it. The fog unsettled her.
Her eyes scanned the storefronts and alleyways looking for anyone who might have been injured from what just occurred. The last incident had last two hours instead of one. Were they getting longer? Would the next one be three? She didn't like it one bit.
The village looked deserted.
Her eyes scanned the storefronts and alleyways looking for anyone who might have been injured from what just occurred. The last incident had last two hours instead of one. Were they getting longer? Would the next one be three? She didn't like it one bit.
The village looked deserted.