10 January 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
It happened last Friday, the night that everything changed. Residents of Leuven stared up as the strange light tore through the evening cloud cover, illuminating the town in an unnerving yellow aura. There it remained for days, whatever it was, unsettling all with its constraint upon day and night, maintaining control of the sky above. Yet it remained concealed by its own disdainful glow, waiting. Then they attacked, swarms of them, without warning infesting the town below with a ferocity this world has never seen before. Bodies disappeared and screams were silenced, until all that remained was me, but why?