towards the ocean. Even if Steve wanted to explain he felt that if he wrote it down it would all of a sudden seem impossible to him. This defied logic. It went against all reason, but survival required a bit of crazy sometimes.

Like the passengers on a plane who sit still after a crash, waiting for the air hostess to instruct them through the emergency procedures, slowly choking to death on the noxious fumes and drifting into a calm death while the panicked passengers scramble to safety. This required a certain level of panic. A logical type of twisted madness. His speciality in life and most natural weapon. The only way now to survive!

A howl rings out to their rear, it sounded far away but he knew it wasn’t too far and stops moving to try to hear