Screeches and clangs bombarded the combination wood and chain link fence around the outside of the brick structure. We cowered in windowless cells inside. My hands firmly planted over the sides of my head, I couldn't force myself to pull them free. I was certain our security was solid. The fence was electric and the building reinforced from the inside, but tonight, something was different. The creatures never attacked with this much intensity, this much ferocity, and a wish to crawl into the deepest, darkest hole and hide there until it all ended crept over me.
It would end. It always ended.Read more Six Sentence Sundays here, or sign up to participate next week. Hope you have an enjoyable Sunday.
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