Night Shift at the End

Pike watched for tactical value and signs of collapse. Lena measured his blood and pretended the tremor in her hands was scientific excitement. The refugees watched because they needed a shape for hope, and Eli hated how well monster armor could resemble a crown. The immediate trouble grew out of the meteor's green descent and the old world's last ordinary hour. The group had reached another place the old world had promised would save people: a hospital wing, a subway station, a quarantine fence, a military depot, a laboratory, a market, a wall. The promise was always rotten by the time they arrived. Fluorescent lights buzzed over drag marks. Vending machines lay smashed for calories worth dying over. Emergency posters peeled beside bullet holes.