The Midnight Knock

Kyla

“This civilization was centuries ahead of their time.” Sarah pointed at a recessed point in the building’s ceiling, which glowed with a faint silver light. “Hundreds upon hundreds of years old, but they had indoor lighting. Water. Architecture. Why would they just leave?”

The girls froze, barely daring to breath. This entire block—hell, half the city—seemed ready to crumble on top of them.

Squeezing the child tighter to her chest, Fernanda nodded to the column of silver light. “We must hurry. He is almost there.”