The thin, spidery scar he hadacross the back of his left hand, from some unknown injury long ago, wasgone. The slightly misshapen first joint of the r...ght index finger, theaftermath of a badly healed rock-climbing dislocation, was healed. Hestudied the palm of his hand. The lines were less deep but, he couldn'ttell if they were the same. Then something at once startling andcomforting caught his eye. At the base of his right thumb, just below thewebbing was a small black spot about the size of. She'd missed lunch and her stomach was starting to revolt. She appeased it with a quick sandwich and glass of orange juice, then grabbed her keys and her purse and headed out the door to her '95 Escort, which her parents had bought for her new when she got her driver's permit.She sat for a moment in her car wondering if she was really going to go through with her dirty little plan. Once again her fear of being doomed to humiliation at the hands of others washed over her and she resolved to take. Behind them and among them were the legions of the damned, hellhounds and the lithe serpentine warriors and their glaives, towering above all the overlords and their flails that dripped acid.Gutandor was no challenge for this horde and the town was burned to cinders, all of its inhabitants killed or carried away by the army of the damned. All but two that is.Sheltered beneath an iron tub the two huddled together throughout the rampage. They heard the screams of their friends and loved ones. 'They were taking the thing they found to be studied, correct?" "Correct," he said, at last up on the lid. 'Over the fence!' "I can't," he said, wiping his brow. "All of my strength is gone." 'Do you want to be experimented on?' That motivated him: Jim jumped for the top of the wooden fence. Hanging on, he was able to swing up to where he could get a soft thigh over it. He lost a now too large sandal. An alarm went off and the yard lights went on. Neighborhood dogs barked. He fell over, onto.