Seeds Chapter 4 Page 17

organisation was strange to see. Confusing too as from what they’d heard on the radio and read on their phones before the signal went, they had both imagined a bloodthirsty, rabid mob scrambling over each other. This clean looking brigade looked almost welcoming. As if the UN was coming with food and blankets to rescue them from the cold.

The screams though, the grunts and snarls. That was the giveaway that sent their instincts into overdrive. Their ears triggering a primal drive to run and over riding the signal coming in through their eyes. A more primal sense tied directly into your more basic survival programming. Cathy was way ahead of them at this stage, her instinct to protect Dylan from any possible threat overruling all senses long ago. There was no time to analyse in her operations manual. Just get out of there.