The Horde Outside

No. Those weren't people.

In the glow of the eternal flame burning on the fire pit, Harper finally got a clear look at them.

They moved hunched over, their skin a sickly purple-gray, bodies wrapped in tattered scraps that might've been clothes once. Some were missing arms. Others had heads tilted at wrong angles, pressing against the fence in positions that made her skin crawl.

"Creak... creak..."