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said, while leaning right up against the front window,
squinting in hopes of getting a better view.
    Nearly
there, one of the twin glass spires of the convention center could be seen just
ahead. Tom looked in the mirrors and out the side windows, trying to decide what to
do. He did not see any of the demented around, and decided to take a chance,
hoping they could try to make up for what happened to Jack.
    Stepping
out of the car and glancing behind them, Tom could see no demented in sight. Turning
back to the girl, he hoped she would be gone, just an aberration, but there she
stood, exactly as before. “Hello?” Nothing. Inside he knew something was
amiss, but he also knew he could never live with himself if he got in the car
and just drove away.
    Stepping
toward her, nearly within reach, Tom watched her slowly lift her head. His
heart began racing when he looked into her red rimmed eyes, the eyes of the
demented. Even focusing right on him, there was no rush to snuff him out of
this world, instead she just stood looking at him, or maybe through him.
Lifting her teddy bear toward him she opened her mouth to say something, but
only unintelligible gibberish spilled out. She stood staring, as if waiting
for a reply.
    Tom
suddenly realized that with all the sirens and background noise, the demented
could be right on top of him and he would never know it until it was too late.
With sudden dread, he spun around. He will never know if it was instinct or
blind luck, but about a block behind them, several demented were racing their way. The wreckage is all that slowed them. With single minded focus, they
climbed and tripped over the cars, rather than dodging through them.
    Tom
glanced back at the girl, who was still staring in his direction, then he turned,
and ran for his open car door. He was terrified to see the demented nearly to
their car. They were surprisingly fast in open space. Just as he was closing
his door, they reached the back of the car, and began pounding on the windows,
trying to gain access. Apparently, unable to remember the function of a door
handle, they continued to slam their open hands into the glass. Bloody hands smeared
the windows with crimson streaks. Turning to avoid the little girl, Tom
stomped on the gas, speeding away from her, and the demented.
    In
the rear view mirror, he saw them running right past the little girl, completely
oblivious to her existence. “They ignored her.” He said.
    Turning
in her seat to see for herself, Rachael said, “The groups don’t attack each
other either.”
    Tom
simply nodded in agreement, not sure what it all meant.
    Not
wanting to enter the dark confines of the parking garage, Tom drove right
through Holladay Plaza, coming to a stop next to one of the glass entrances.
The twin glass spires of the convention center towered over them. Having been
here over the last few days, he knew exactly where they needed to go. Tom
grabbed the shotgun off the back seat as they both exited the car.
    Reaching
the front entrance, they discovered someone had already broken the glass out,
solving one of the problems Tom worried about.
    “Looks
like someone had the same idea.” Rachael said.
    Tom
looked down at the ground, and shook his head. “No…this was someone coming
out. Most of the glass is out here and see the blood over there.” He pointed
a few feet, away where the cement was dotted with small crimson circles. “Let’s
watch ourselves, the center would have been closed this morning, but I’m sure
some kind of crew gets here early. Watch my right on each entryway.” Holding
the shotgun tight to his shoulder, he stepped through the void.
    Tom
immediately swept his shotgun to the left, and then scanned back to center, trusting
that Rachael checked to the right. Checking to make sure your partner was
checking is what got people killed.
    Light
spilled in from the many windows facing the plaza out front. High on the wall
in the lobby still hung the white banner with