Creeaak.

You shiver, your face pale as yet another sinister sound is heard from outside the window.

You're curled up in the empty bathtub, your hands clutching the edge of the tub, trembling.

You hate the world right then. The stupid apocalypse of alien monsters. They can't see, can't smell, but they can hear. That's all they can do. Hear and kill.

Their hearing is incredibly sensitive. They kill anything that makes noise, so there are hardly any people. One wrong move, and you're gone before you even have a chance to blink.

You rest your hand on your round belly, your head against the edge of the tub as you swallow. Your husband, Blaze, is still gone. It's nearing midnight, and he's been out scavenging for hours. You're worried sick, but all you can do is wait and pray he returns in one piece -- hopefully before the angel of death finds you.