Don't Turn on the Lights, They're Watching You

The night the giants descended, a fragment of memory appeared in my mind: Those they stepped on wouldn't die. They would become walking monsters, wandering by day and chasing light at night.

I fled to my old family home with my girlfriend and cousin, thinking we'd be safe.

Until the giant collapsed, leaving behind nothing but a barren hillside.

Until I realized it was a signal tower.

They were calling something even more terrifying.

And the signal had already been sent.