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He grabbed Moe and yanked him to one side of the parking lot,
out of the way of the rushing mob.
    The front of the mob ran into the crowd that
was slowly coming the other way.
    The mob started screaming.
    Park stared as he watched
one group of people eat the other.
    “ Park...” said
Moe.
    “ Yeah,” said Park, still
staring.
    An old man missing one eye bit into a young
girl's cheek. He pulled away a long strip of flesh and chewed. The
young girl shrieked.
    “ They're eating them,”
finished Park.
    “ I think we should go back
inside,” said Moe.
    “ Yeah.”
    They turned and tried to push their way back
into the hospital. The back end of the mob was still trying to push
its way out. They were screaming about whatever had sent them
running from the emergency room. The front of the mob was screaming
as the approaching crowd bit and ripped at them. The whole world
was full of screams.
    Moe stopped in the middle of the mob. He
swayed back and forth. “Park...”
    “ Not now!” said Park,
grabbing Moe's collar and pulling him toward the doors.
    “ I don't feel so good,”
said Moe.
    “ Turn around you dumb
motherfuckers!” yelled Park as he forced his way through the
mob.
    “ Park!” Moe
screamed.
    Park turned back. One of the crazy cannibals
- a fat woman in a rotting dress - had hold of Moe and was pulling
him down to the asphalt. Her mouth was open and she was straining
to bite.
    “ Shit!” yelled Park. Moe
fell out of sight, lost in the dark of the parking lot and the
shadows of the surrounding mob. “Moe!”
    People pressed around Park. Moe's hand
slipped from his grasp. Into darkness.
    “ Damn it,” said Park,
fishing out his lighter. He shoved people aside and flicked the
lighter on, bending down to where he had last seen Moe.
    Moe was struggling with the fat woman, who
was doing her best to bite but hadn't succeeded. The woman pulled
away from Park's lighter, hissing at the flame and letting go of
Moe.
    Park grabbed Moe's hand and pulled him up.
“Come on!” He snapped the lighter off and dropped it back in his
pocket.
    The woman grabbed for Moe again.
    “ Fuck off!” yelled Park,
punching the woman in the face. Her head snapped back, then slowly
righted as if nothing had happened. She groaned at them.
    Park looked around. The crazies were closer.
They were working their way through the mob, drawing nearer to the
doors. Blood was everywhere. The thick smell of it stung Park's
nose.
    Finally, the remaining mob behind Park
realized what was happening. They screamed and changed direction,
running back into the hospital. Park almost fell backward at the
sudden shift.
    “ Hurry!” he yelled,
pulling Moe toward the hospital. The crazy woman grabbed at them
but missed.
    Park and Moe spilled back into the waiting
room.
    “ Shit fuck hell,” Park
muttered, looking around. The mob was rushing back into the
emergency room. Park saw nowhere else to go, so he followed,
pulling Moe with him.
    As they entered, he almost collided with
Angie and some other aide.
    “ We got problems,” he
said.
     
     

 
    Eight
     
     
     
    Brooke sighed as she clicked the TV remote.
Why couldn't she just find something mindless the three of them
could watch, just to pass the time?
    The doorbell rang.
    Dalton sat up on the couch. “Pizza!”
    “ Stay put,” said Brooke,
standing and setting the remote down. “I'll get it.”
    She walked to the front
door and opened it. A teenage boy stood there, holding a pizza box.
His hat said Pizza
Plaza .
    “ Hey,” said Brooke,
unzipping her purse.
    “ Hi,” said the boy,
looking up and down the street. “There something going on around
here tonight?”
    “ Hmmm?” said Brooke,
half-listening as she rooted around for cash.
    “ Got a lot of weirdos
wandering around tonight,” said the boy, looking back at
her.
    “ Who knows,” said Brooke,
finding a twenty and looking back up at the boy. “Got too much on
my mind tonight, watching these two.”
    “ Yeah.” The boy