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creatures could die. They were just people driven crazy by the wave that had struck the Earth so she did the only thing she could think of. Making sure her seatbelt was on and fastened, she shoved the brakes to the floor. Tires squealed as the van came to a halt. With the sound of bending metal, the police car smashed into its rear. Despite her seatbelt, Amy was thrown forward by the teeth-rattling force of the impact. Her forehead struck the steering wheel and her world faded to black.
         Amy came to with a start. Something wet was trickling down her face. She wiped at it. Her hand came away a warm, wet red. Her head was pounding but otherwise she seemed okay. She reached over, dug a 0 .45 from the glove box, and unsnapped her seatbelt. Opening her door, she fell out onto the road, sprawling, unable to keep her balance. The police car was still there, a mangled mass of broken metal wedged into the van's rear. The car's driver was clearly dead. Pieces of windshield glass jutted out from the flesh of his face and his head dangled at an unnatural angle. She pulled herself to her feet and stumbled closer with her pistol held ready trying to find out the fate of the other officer. When she got close enough to see inside the car, she saw the man's bottom half resting in the blood soaked passenger seat. The top half of his body was nowhere to be seen. Amy slumped to the ground beside the car. It was only a matter of time until more of the creatures came out of the night around her but both the van and the car were totaled. She needed a plan. She couldn't just sit here and wait to die regardless of how much she hurt or how tired she was. Her eyes were heavy with sleep and it fought to claim her in its embrace. She shook herself awake, her head throbbing from a fresh burst of pain from her movements. She looked around at her surroundings. Her only chance was to find a car that was both still functional and had its keys in it. She got to her feet once more and walked down the interstate to start her search.
         Geoff lay back against the tree trunk. The middle finger of his left hand massaged the corners of his tired eyes. His movement betrayed no sign of worry about the distance between himself and the ground far below. An unlit cigarette dangled from his lips as he perched on the narrow limb. He watched the kid moving slowly up the mountain trail. Normally he would've radioed the base to let them know about the kid and get orders on what to do. Fuck that, normally he wouldn't even have been out here risking his life to do the job the base's external sensors once had. He hoisted his rifle to his shoulder and got a bead on the kid. Through the scope, he saw the young man clearly for the first time. The kid was in his later twenties and wore punk style clothes, a t-shirt of some stupid rock band and ratty jeans. Geoff could've dropped him then, problem solved, but something kept his finger away from the rifle's trigger. The last few days hadn't been a cake walk, even for him. He wondered how the punk kid had managed to survive much less find come so close to finding the base out here. Maybe he'd seen enough death over the last few days or maybe he was just getting old, either way, the kid got to keep breathing. He carefully took the cigarette from his lips and slipped it back inside the pack, stuffing the whole thing into his jacket pocket. “Ah… Shit,” he whispered to himself and started down from the tree.
         The birds were singing in the forest and the sky above was a bright blue filled with sunlight. The world went on as normal oblivious to the Hell humanity was going through. Geoff found that funny. He reached the bottom of the tree and vanished into the woods without a trace.
         Jeremy paused on his way up the trail. He shrugged off his backpack and opened it, hunting for the map he'd picked up on the way here from the remains of a local tourist trap. He knew that even if the base did exist, it