A few rows down Sarah turns the corner onto another street and, making frantic turns to try and lose the drones, runs into a side street. Her hysterical panting turns to a gasp as she finds out about half way down that what she expected to be another street, is a dead end. She turns back to face the entrance. Back to what looks to be an empty road, but the emptiness is quickly being filled by the growing sounds of an approaching stampede.

The bodies quickly line up, pausing at the entrance as if waiting further orders. Twenty dishevelled and starving cannibals now stand staring at her, drooling. Savouring their next meal. As they begin to walk towards her, an orderly march like a funeral procession, she stumbles backwards against the wall.

Her mind, now in