When The World Turned Purple

The tape recorder rests on the night stand making an eerie sound as they sit around the infected dead body, all of them are weary, all of them are afraid. They pay the whimpering no mind, but its adding to the building tension, soft and then urgent, the whispering never stops. Anna is leaning on Calum frightened and in shock, his arms are around her protectively. Michael stands under the window mourning the loss of his finger. Elina is observing the dead body, forcing herself to stare at its horrifying blackened mouth, thinking desperately of escape.

None of them see the shadow watching from the little window above, chanting a hissing prayer and waving a tiny skull as it finishes its ritual. None of them will notice its presence in time, not until the day that dawns anew is purple.