Chapter Text
Buffy knows something is wrong before anyone else.
She presses her nose to the window, The sun is sick.
“They're coming.”
Daddy was scared.
The sun watches back, dark.
“Oh my god no!”
Mummy is scared too.
“Buffy! Buffy, go in the refuge, as we practiced sweetheart”.
“But I–”
“Now!”
She sobbs but obeys.
Buffy hates the refuge. It's small, even for her, and it smells like paint.
She spies through a crack in the wood. Daddy doesn't know it's there. She wouldn't tell him.
Something crashes downstairs. Daddy runs. Mommy–
“NO! Please, spare us.. please please!”
They just cackles.