150/365 01/18/2026

Mostly it was dog we could hear in the night. Packs of ‘em moving up in the hills, howling into the night. Little scouting squads come into the camp at night, their relentless huffing as they sniffed the perimeter, pulled scents from the door and window frames. A big mutt with a heavy square head up on his hind legs and his breath fogging the glass. This would have been two years after all the lights went out all over the world.