Demon Days

by Stefan Jurewicz

Meno stepped out from behind the Great Wall and peered out the Complex gate. He scanned the horizon for any signs of movement—all clear—before slinging his pack over his shoulder and creeping out as quietly as possible, treading exceptionally lightly so as not to wake any other Tembo who might be up and about in their homes. One restless sleeper could be his demise if he wasn’t careful.