Growing in numbers

The others began to arrive fast and often in that deserted clearing. Within a week over one hundred people were living, fishing, hunting, running and planning there. Each had been involved in an incident, some minor collisions, others in collapsing building. All it seemed should have been at the very least injured when they had escaped without a scratch. All of the incidents had seemed to come from no-where. At least a third had had someone they knew killed and the same message Carol had recieved been given to them.
Beyond Carol another fifty had subsequently been in accidents that should have killed them, only to leave them alive. These fifty could also hear the beating, feel the pulsing that directed them to another who had survved two deaths.
There were people who had lived on the streets for years, others who were teachers, some had been in combat in Afghanistan and Iraq. Not one was under eighteen, and none older than fifty six. What significance this might have, they didn't know. As they talked amongst themselves, they could find nothing in common, no link to say why they had all survived as they had.
Each of the fifty with the radar sense knew there were more like them out there, most coming closer.

As the weeks passed and the numbers grew, a resentment began to build. Soon, something would have to give.