Brown-Out: Genre Undetermined

The lights went down in the middle of the night. At first Sarah didn't do anything but grumble in her sleep. Then the absence of sound woke her up in a fit of pure fright. The generator--had gone out. The generator that powered their floodlights, that electrified the fence, that kept them from being overrun--had gone out. She shook her husband's shoulder until he roused, muttering "what now, Sarah?" Then he too heard the silence, and he snapped awake and competent. He asked no more questions--instead he began loading their four pistols while she pulled on clothes and a pair of thick, thigh-high boots that might be enough to deflect a glancing blow--

Inspiration: "brown-out," "brown hyena," and "brown rot"
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: There's hyenas in them thar woods.