Frozen Revenge
As she drove through darkening streets, Christmas lights twinkling, she wondered how many people behind those warm windows would be dead in two months.
Her phone—battery removed, powered down—buzzed in the glove compartment.
Impossible.
Maya pulled over, hands shaking, and opened it with trembling fingers.
The screen was black. Dead. Battery disconnected.
But somehow, a message glowed on the dark screen.
*We're coming.*
Then darkness, and Maya sat alone on a quiet street, surrounded by Christmas lights and normal lives, knowing whatever was hunting her was closer than she'd imagined.
This time, there might be nowhere left to run.