This story is a sequel to "Limbo," also found on this blog.
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I always wondered how people in the far
north could stand months without night. Now I know it’s just something you get
used to, something you can’t change. I’ve found the same to be true about the Invasion,
if that’s what it is. It’s been a month since I woke to this new world, it’s
ruby red skies and bruised purple nights, it’s never-ending heat. I woke to the Crawlers, bulbous pink creatures with no eyes, a
hundred tentacle legs, and six tubes along their back that house the worst part
of it all.

