The Others

The mornings were cold, dark and slow. Jenna felt a reluctance to leave the warmth of her bed and shuffle out into the cold and dark, especially now. She knew she was safe, for now, inside the house. But she didn’t know how long it would last. The Others, out there, were learning, or remembering, new things every night. One night, Jenna knew, they would find a way into the houses.

Then nowhere would be safe.

She would have to move, find some place new. Perhaps there were places out there wher...