...t night preferring and laid their eggs in human hosts. Jesse was screaming because she knew her fate and there was nothing she could do to change it.
She finished the soul hollowing shriek and grounded herself. Jesse leaned down picking up a piece of rebar that had been sharpened to a point and started trotting in dying light. She felt a pang of hypocrisy holding the makeshift spear she'd cursed only a moment before but that was quickly quelled by her pragmatism. It was the only hope she'd have of making it to the Shelter which was about three miles away.
The Shelter was the only safe place within twenty or more miles. It had once been a prison and it was one of the only structures still standing, a benefit of being built of steel and concrete instead of wood and glass. The walls were thick and the windows were small and covered by iron bars not glass. Even the doors were made of six inches of solid steel, more than any of the mutates they had ever seen could get past. Jesse heard that there were some bears in the great north that could have done it. Supposedly they were now the size of elephants but Jesse believed, wanted to believe, those were just stories. Reality was terrifying enough.
She was less than halfway there when she heard...