"Good." Howard packs up what he can fill his pockets with without compromising his ability to run. His knife, the notepad, tape, a large empty pill bottle he found that they can use for at least some water. "Man, I already miss showers. Stacy spoils us."

The walk to the well is about a quarter mile across flat terrain, which Howard thinks is a very good thing. With the exception of the row of house blocking the view behind them, they can see anything coming at them from any direction. Although the thought that some of these evil beasts could fly or burrow up from the ground does occur to Howard. The ground is dirt, pressed hard, and as the sun rises they can see that it's cracked and parched.

For a while, he just listens, wondering if the sound of one of their crewmates or of the monsters will echo across this expanse. And once they're far enough away that the houses behind them are just dots in the background, it's pointless to listen more.

"You dream about anything last night?"