Upon entering the town square, he felt a chill. It was bustling with activity but everyone there was blind. Not just blind, but maimed. Each eyehole dug out, every face scored with the resultant scars. It was clear they’d adapted a society using sounds in place of sights. Bells on horses and goats. Shops were belled, carriages belled, even children wore bells. The cacophony of the clanging disoriented. Un-belled, he was invisible. He waded through the crowd, silent. Until the white thing rose before him. Its starved eyes met his. Twin hungry pinholes. And he knew why they blinded themselves.
Author’s Note: I loved the idea of a city consisting of only blind people, who had adapted to stop this strange predator. Leaving it to starve in their midst.