daily – 51

“No…How…I…” I stumble for words, but nothing comes to mind.

At the crater pool, the doors to the resort are shut and shadowed people throng against the closed exit. In another lobby, darkened figures rush against each other. Arms wave and silent voices shout. A fist is raised high, black against a window of grey moonscape behind, then brought down hard.

In the command prompt window, the terrifying letters disappear backward, one by one, until there is only the flat, empty blinking of the cursor.