Òyì nke e mepụtara

That night, the fire burned low. They sat around it, talking and eating. Jessie stared into the flames longer than the rest. Something felt wrong. Like the world was holding its breath. Then a sound. Distant at first. A low rumble. Jessie looked up. “Did you hear that?” Billy frowned. “Hear what?” Another sound followed—closer. Stronger.