Just q quick drabble inspired by the latest issue of the comic (and also a way of proving to myself I can still write drabbles - this is my first for over a year. :-) )
In the encircling night
Picture this: humans huddled around a campfire to ward off the hungry dark. Shivering and hiding from pale eyes in the encircling night. Here's the joke: the predators are only there because the bright beacon drew them! They wait patiently for the flames to die. And so do we, with the endurance immortality gives us.
The good citizens of this town build their campfire, feeding it with their own flesh and blood. Fear is a dark serpent twisting in their veins, always hidden, never revealed. We will set it free, and revel in the sweetness of terror as they die.