We dug ourselves in for the night a few miles into the ruins of a town, making sure the dogs covered our pods securely. The Wanderers only seem to bother with humans and the few species of birds that mimic our speech - anything else is background noise to them.
It's gotten to the point where they recognise our breathing and hone in on it from the second they wake up. Daylight is safe enough, we can at least see where we're running to but at night we're as good as dead unless we're buried nice and safe in the re-breather pods.
They convert our carbon dioxide into oxygen and exhaling the leftover carbon monoxide into the ground beneath us. We thought we'd finally found a way to outlast them until one of the dogs just kept digging and digging and digging where Maya's pod should have been.
We all joined in, wondering if a sinkhole had dropped her somewhere far below us all and eventually gave up after five hours shovelling dirt aside with no signs of the ground having come loose during the night. Nobody said anything but we all shared the same look and wondered how safe we still were.
It's gotten to the point where they recognise our breathing and hone in on it from the second they wake up. Daylight is safe enough, we can at least see where we're running to but at night we're as good as dead unless we're buried nice and safe in the re-breather pods.
They convert our carbon dioxide into oxygen and exhaling the leftover carbon monoxide into the ground beneath us. We thought we'd finally found a way to outlast them until one of the dogs just kept digging and digging and digging where Maya's pod should have been.
We all joined in, wondering if a sinkhole had dropped her somewhere far below us all and eventually gave up after five hours shovelling dirt aside with no signs of the ground having come loose during the night. Nobody said anything but we all shared the same look and wondered how safe we still were.
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