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Sara and John both noticed there was no traffic heading south. As they drew closer to the Vermont border, they saw cars pulled off to the side of the road. Steam rolled from the hoods of some, while others just appeared to be abandoned. People were walking along the side of the highway heading north. Single people as well as families carried what belongings they could, some struggling under ridiculous burdens, including one old man carrying what appeared to be a box spring and a mattress.
    John turned on the hand held radio he’d taken from the dead trooper. A female dispatcher was speaking. “ ...apprehend anyone trying to cross the border. All subjects attempting to flee the Commonwealth are to be detained and checked for symptoms or abnormal behavior. Anyone displaying such behavior must be isolated and transferred to the nearest detention facility. Use of deadly force is authorized. Vermont State Police are not cooperating, expect no back up from VSP .”
    “That doesn’t make any sense. Why would they do that?” Sara asked John.
    John shook his head. “I don’t know babe. Let’s see what the deal is at the border. There must be a mistake. Either way, we’re going through.”
    Finally they approached the border. Traffic stalled completely. Just ahead, John saw a police roadblock, with four blue Massachusetts State Police cruisers blocking both lanes, illuminating the scene with two portable, generator powered spotlights. There appeared to be no way across the border.
    Rolling down his window, John could hear a male voice over a loud speaker up ahead at the roadblock.
    “Get out of your vehicles and step to the right of the road. You are being detained by order of the Governor. No one is allowed across the border until the state of emergency has been cleared. I repeat, get out of your vehicle and step to the right of the road!”
    Up ahead, John could see people stepping off to the right of the road. Uniformed troopers as well as National Guard personnel were walking down the line, some with rifles pointed at the civilians.
    “John, this isn’t right. Why won’t they just let the people pass?” Sara asked, fear and anger fighting for control of her voice.
    “I don’t know, babe, but we are not sticking around to find out.” John backed the car up as much as he could, turned off to the right of the road, and drove until he saw an old path through the woods. A rusty chain link fence blocked the way. John turned the car around and rammed the fence in reverse. The commotion drew the attention of the troops manning the roadblock. A blue cruiser raced down the side of the road right for them. John turned the Volvo around quickly and followed the old logging trail as fast as he could, the Cross Country handling the rough dirt trail as well as any off road vehicle.
    Having grown up not far from where they were, John new the logging trail was headed in the right general direction. They ran a parallel course beside the interstate. As they passed the roadblock, John looked over through the trees and saw a National Guard soldier pull a woman out of the crowd standing beside the road. He dragged her out in to the middle of the road, threw her to the ground, and fired his rifle at her.
    John turned back to the path, not saying anything to Sara about what he had just seen. The path curved back toward the highway. No fence blocked the way this time, and John knew they had crossed over in to Vermont. He pointed the Cross Country at the highway, breaking out of the forest. The blue cruiser was right behind them.
    As they pulled onto the interstate, John looked back. Beside the driver of the cruiser, John saw a second trooper aiming a rifle out of the passenger side window right at them.
    “Get down!” John yelled.
    As Sara ducked down in her seat, reaching backwards to hold a shaking Princess down too, a green and yellow Crown Victoria pulled between the Volvo and the blue cruiser, cutting them off. John looked in his rear