The Poppers
Serena Armstrong
Every morning I woke filled with fear. The Poppers had descended on Earth three months ago, and in that time, they had consumed two-thirds of the population. They would have ingested me too, if not for a timely radio broadcast.
I was heading to work, and had pulled my car into the office parking lot when an emergency transmission came over my speaker. Strange grey creatures had been sighted roaming the streets. They were fast, prone to violence, and responsible for three confirmed deaths. I presumed it was some kind of hoax but as I flicked between stations, the same story played. I sat, uncertain, torn between my everyday routine and staying safe. I was about to get out when the radio host began urging people to get off the streets and remain indoors, warni
