Blighters — Tim Major

Them Blighters are everywhere.

They fell out of the sky last year, great horrible armour-plated slugs with razor-sharp fangs. But ugly as they are, they give the ultimate high to anyone nearby: a blissful, gleeful contentment that people are willing to kill for.

Not Becky Stone, though. All she wants is to drink beer, listen to her dad's old vinyl, and get her life back to how it was before everything was all messed up.

Blighters? Frankly, she could do without them.