.. something wet and squishy ... as well as ... laughter. Pushing himself up, he looked around to try and figure out what was going on. The tables and...chairs in the auditorium had all been pulverized, and only one guard of the original swarm remained. He was busy painting the walls red with blood, using sundered body parts of his former coworkers as paintbrushes. He laughed as he smeared the torn muscle and flesh against the beige drywall, having completely lost his mind. It was obvious that. Audrey jerked a little, breaking their contact. Sitting up she flipped the light on, looking around wildly. "Who was that?" she asked, her voice quiet, but tinged with alarm."Oh, shit," Fred said. "I never thought..." Me, either," Brenda said in his mind."Oh, shit," Fred said again. "I didn't want this to go down like this. I never thought about your being able to hear her." Turning toward the bedroom doorway, he raised his voice enough to be heard. "Carla, Jessica. I need you two out here. I got up off the sidewalk and I said, “Thank you for using me masters I am here to serve”, then I saw my mother standing on our front steps. She had watch them violate me and she could do nothing to help. I ran home and my mother helped me into the shower to get me cleaned up.------------------------------Our 74-year-old neighbor Charlotte lived just across the hall from our apartment. She was totally alone in the world since her husband and son die in the invasion. Unfortunately, one big mean. They sat there for a little while enjoying the quiet; most of the people having gone home, the beach empty and the sun beginning to set. “I guess we had better be going too.” said Dan as he stood and offered his hand to Carol. She took his hand and he pulled her up right into his arms, holding her close he wasted little time before he kissed her. They stood there in the sand holding one another for some time exchanging kisses and caresses until they moved on back to their car and the short.