Paul Brighton could feel his stomach churning as he watched the news on the television. He convinced himself that he could feel it from his head to the tips of his toes, and it was an extremely unpleasant sensation. His stomach couldn't be the only thing churning. His entire body must have been shaking. It was like the world was some way or another turning in ideal chance to his body, so that despite the fact that maybe he was standing by, he was as a matter of fact in an exceptionally fast, extremely perilous spiral that took steps to spill his inner parts across the research center floor.“Normally, Tyler Adam, Paul's boss and a tall, bald, and irritable forty-something, would not have been pleased that there were any outside electronics in the room. This is an examination research center," he would have yelled at Paul in his feeble, stressing voice that seemed as though it had spent an excessive number of its years not being put to any utilization, "not a cinema," or whatever other

He stopped abruptly, and as he looked out the window, his excitement dropped sharply. He was curious about the weather outside. In Texas, it was still late August, just before school started, so it was undoubtedly extremely hot. But was there any rain? Cloudy? Windy? If he still had access to the internet, he would look it up online. He knew in the back of his mind that he could just open the blinds and look out the window for a few seconds to get the basic idea, but doing so would let all that awful natural light into the apartment. The thought made him tremble. He could tell that it was daylight and probably not more than a little cloudy because there was already enough sunlight coming through. He decided that would suffice until he reached the outside. In the event that conditions were terrible it was just a short stroll down to his vehicle and afterward he would be out of it once more. He could always go back inside and wait for a while longer if that wasn't enough.He should be a

There was only one choice left. He knew it was his best chance, no matter how ridiculous it seemed. He turned around and moved toward the gate of the pool. There was no lock on the iron gate; instead, a small flip catch prevented the gate from being blown open by the wind. He flipped it, rushed through, opened the gate, and then, just for fun, closed it behind him. The first of his attackers reached the gate just a few moments later and slammed it with a loud thud. It attempted to grab him through the bars after letting out what sounded like an angry grunt. He was astonished as he observed from just outside its range. He should have realized that the creatures couldn't open doors. They seemed to be driven solely by instinct, and their only motivation was their desire to eat his flesh. More of them spilled out of the hallway, and he didn't want to wait to see which combination of their combined weight and the likely shoddy fence would prevail.Gabriel turned and headed for the side ent

"That is a piece far," Gabriel answered, his glare extending. " Can you make that before it gets dark, are you positive?Muscles and Mac exchanged uneasy glances. Mac responded, "Well, we have to."Gabriel's eyes lit up, and he grinned with excitement. He had just had a thought that probably would not have been appreciated on any typical day. However, on this particular day, this crazy day, it was a thrilling thought.He pointed to a location on the map that was close to town. This location has a hotel. It had quite recently shut down around fourteen days prior. He stopped and waved his hand in a circle, "I would venture a guess that they found themselves with more important matters to worry about." They were supposed to demolish it, but that hadn't happened as of yet.The big man replied, "All right, we'll try to get there." Show the others, Mac. Mac quickly nodded and left. Gabriel was the big man's next target. We will already have reached our objective if we fail to reach it. Have

Mac turned his head to the left and looked out the window. Robert Cotton – the big, muscular man – had moved up and parked his car next to Mac’s. He was nodding his head to the words he had just spoken, eyes still focused on the distant hallway and the creatures attempting to force their way down it. He turned to meet Mac’s gaze and smiled. “What do you think?”“Well, I see no reason why we should wait around here,” Mac agreed.“Should one of us wait for the kid?” Elaine asked. She was sitting in the passenger seat of Cotton’s SUV, close enough to Mac that he could reach out and touch her. At the comment, he found himself wanting to reach out and strangle her. Comments like that, they only created more danger than they were worth. The kid had wanted to risk his neck. What should they care?“Elaine’s right,” Robert agreed. “What if his car doesn’t work? We shouldn’t just leave him stranded here. Not after how he helped us.”Mac gritted his teeth but said nothing. He knew what they were