The moment you wake up, something feels different. At first you wonder whether it's gotten colder, or if the air smells differently for some reason, like your mom might be cooking something out of the ordinary downstairs. And like she burned it.
When you sit up, the view out your window makes it obvious.
The fog has rolled in. Thick. So thick that you have no idea what time of day it is.
Your phone tells you it's still relatively early. Nine. Your friends are likely to still be sleeping. You don't know how long the fog will last though, so if you're going to do this, you all better do this now.
"It's time, folks," you message the group.
"Should we bring weapons with us or something?" Anuja replies. "In case it comes after us. I'm bringing my camera, but that's not going to protect me."
"I've got my mom's old hunting knife," Addy says. "But I know how to use it. I wouldn't recommend toting around something dangerous you don't know how to use."
"I think if it comes after you, the answer is to run," Kirill says.