Monsters in the dark

It’s cold in here.

What used to be walls and represent safety is now a grey mass of rubble that allows multiple shards of moonlight through to cast shadows on the dusty floor, offering no protection at all against the chill of the evening air, or whatever the night terrors will bring.

He squats in a curled position rocking slowly back and forth on his heels, the thumb of his left hand shriveling away in the depths of his mouth as his right hand draws the same mindless patterns over and over i...