Quiet Respite

The frantic hammering against the fence slowly died down.

The Ghouls were still out there, clustered just beyond the wooden stakes. They'd reached out occasionally, scraped at the wood with those rotting nails. Sometimes a growl slipped out. Nothing meaningful.

Plenty of them, sure. But as long as nobody inside went out, they didn't seem smart enough to force their way through. For now, breathing