Be quiet.
And don\'t scream..
Don\'t even whisper.
They\'re coming now.
Listen.
Born in a searing hellstorm of radioactive dust, they own the night and if they touch you, they\'ll burn the flesh from your bones.
Knocking at doors and reaching through windows, hungry to incinerate anything that moves, anything that breathes.
And they\'re coming.
They can\'t see you, but they can hear you.
Don\'t scream.
Very quiet.
Be quiet