The end is left open, leaving several options for the next chapter. And now the protagonist has a name

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Looking at his wife and son, he shook his head miserably. "We'll be fine!" His voice was husky, choked and full of regret. Waves of nausea hit him. His knees clicked under him, the sound tearing through the oppressive silence.

The radioactive light from the malicious new sun is now a light shade of red. The water in the ocean, which had been so clear, now looked like moving smoke. On the rocks, he watched as the tentacles swayed left and then right, slithering their way up.

He would not give up. Determined, he refocused his mind, and looked around the aesthetically furnished room for the umpteenth time, hoping to find some kind of a weapon that he might have overlooked. He needed more than a rifle and a knife.

He began to step gingerly through the room, his gaze sweeping every corner. "The fire extinguishers," his wife's cold voice whispered for the first time in hours.

He nodded, as he shifted his gaze to the table in the corner. Maybe....

He knew nothing about the creepy shark-eyed creatures that came with the dangerous new sun. He remembered his grandfather's stories about hairy humanoid creatures with tentacles, prowling the Appalachians. He shook his head.

As if in a loop, he picked up his binoculars. His stomach lurched. Abbot squeezed his eyes shut and looked again.