Too quiet.

Sounds from the mainland were muffled. The lights in the distant city’s skyscrapers still blazed brightly enough for those of us on the island to see them. But the sounds that normally drifted our way were noticeably absent. Dense fog moved over the water toward us.

Something wasn’t right.

I walked along the beach, self-appointed sentry, watching the fog approach. The hairs on the back of my neck were on end and I shivered in anticipation. Of what, I didn’t know yet. But something.

Dan jogged toward me and called out, “What’s going on?”

I rubbed my arms and shrugged as he came to a stop in front of me.

“You can feel it, too?”

I nodded. We both stood staring toward the mainland. As if waiting for us, three lights flared in the distance.

Dan pointed. “What’s that?”

Before I could muster a reply, the lights shot up into the air, arcing high in the sky and trailing blazing red sparks and smoke. My jaw dropped. They were moving in our direction.

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