"They are not our peers!" Ian declared, his voice rising with uncertainty and disbelief.
They couldn't be.
Unless a group of newly admitted students had secretly begun a synchronized marching exercise that no one else knew about.
But that would be illogical, and therein lay the problem, something wasn't adding up.
The marching footsteps outside didn't belong to anyone they knew nor were the normal sounds of human movement.
And despite the ongoing rain masking much of the noise, one thing was clear: whatever was out there wasn't human, or at least not normal.
The pacing of the footsteps, the clanking sound, it seemed out of place.
They had no choice but to stay inside and wait for things to settle.
The rain continued relentlessly, the storm swirling violently in the distance, masking any other sounds.
Hours passed as they waited, the steady downpour gradually slowing.
Soon, only the occasional drip of water remained.
