No Escape

Capricorn (ep. 75)

Then came the scrabbling on the windows. Fingernails scraping, scratching. Asking, then demanding, to be let in.

No petrol, no weapons, no escape.

We lock the doors as if it would make a difference. They’d get in eventually.

You keep trying, right up to that last moment. Refusing to believe what you can see – the worst.

The cracking of a window, our final screams.