You duck under the descending, thorny branches of an overgrown tree and move without haste - something the creature chasing you didnt care to mimic as...it sprinted on all fours into the spiky bramble.You exit the bush and finally risk your first glance back - the furry mammal is roaring and tearing against the vines. Held, but you could see it breaking free.“Fuck,” you breathe as you turn and run further down the road. Your eyes dart to the left. Before the bombs, this would have been a pleasant. When she tucked me into bedthat evening, something she hadn't done for ages, I knew just how muchshe loved me and had been worried about me.The next day, I was still holding onto that feeling, as I stared at allthe people around the table. I didn't know who half of the people in theroom were, yet they were all talking and clamoring and trying to figureout what to do next. Where was Scott? I really wished he would show upand take control. Only the calm peaceful feeling of the previous nightkept. And, where the fuck was Joe? You’d think a father would be searching something mad for his lost child. Ashley picked her way through the uncomfortable sticks and thought about that for a second. Really! Where WAS Joe? Actually, why did she turn her back at all? She couldn’t remember, and it didn’t matter right now. She had to find Tyler at all costs. Suddenly, well rather instantaneously, she found herself in an open field with lush green grass dotted with dandelions. The sun was so nice and. You’d have to have some lube.”Brent scrambled for his blue jeans, picked them up, went in the pocket, and pulled out a small bottle of lotion. He had obviously thought this through.Holding the bottle and giving me a sly smile, like ‘I gotcha,’ Brent said, “Come on, leme just put the head in.”I acknowledged the cleverness of Brent thinking to bring lube by pointing to the little bottle with a smile and slow nod of my head.After a few seconds, again, I just said, “No, not that.”Brent started.