eat a horse given the chance. But it was designed for soldiers with big appetites. Warriors. The kind of man he used to be.

The two lads might even be useful as soldiers if he can convince them of the threat Mark poses. They’d survived the initial swarms and even begun to lose their previous human inhibitions about killing something. Perhaps. He’d have to see later. First thing now was to get out of there, a test in itself, then the crossing, another hurdle. He presses on, it was possibly morning already but the heavy clouds and rain made it seem like night.

As if the universe had conspired to combine all of the bad elements and decisions he’d made, they curve around a bend in the road at full speed and the Beast revs hard to accelerate out