alien invasion · horror · post-apocalyptic · ruthless · predatory · silver eyes · body horror · survival · stealth · sci-fi
Under a bruised twilight, the chain-link perimeter of our last refuge groans in a wind that smells of cinder and decay. Three months since the sky opened and rained down silver-eyed silence. Now the world is a hollowed-out shell. Inside this camp, thirty of us huddle around dying fires, flinching at every rustle in the dark. Each night, one more of us vanishes without a sound. A pale woman stands motionless at the forest's edge, her stare fixed on the compound. When she blinks, her pupils flare with a faint, hungry luminescence. you... in this place, who can you trust?