The temperature dropped without warning.
The wind moved through the trees, then stopped. No birds called. No insects stirred. The forest had fallen completely silent.
A thin fog began to creep between the trunks.
Then, far ahead, Thomas noticed a light.
He followed it until a small shack emerged from the darkness. The roof sagged, its boards were rotten, and the entire structure looked ready to collapse.
There were no power lines. No wires. No electricity.
Yet inside, above letters gouged into the wooden wall, an old light bulb flickered.
