Howard does the math in his head. The town isn't that big, maybe five miles in each direction according to the car's odometer, and almost entirely houses, which doesn't make sense unless they were importing food directly to the people living here. There has to be a gas station somewhere. And gas is flammable.

As are the monsters.

They already found out how to bait one monster, could they trap and burn the rest? The few they've seen tend to attack individually, but Howard doesn't believe there are many of them. They eat specific parts of the body, not all of it, or they wouldn't be hunting live prey like they do, but they'd also be congregating around the areas where they ran into people. And so far they've only seen one at a time.

Something to consider.

He veers towards the cliffs and pulls the map out of his pocket before handing it to her. "Yeah, here. Maybe there'll be some emergency food and drink on the shuttle, too. Can't hurt to look."

He bites his lip as they approach the cliffs. The shuttle is in pieces, although thankfully it didn't explode. Shrapnel is everywhere. The body of the shuttle is crumpled and ripped in half.

"Look for anything useful. God, I wish we had Computer Jack here." Someone who would at least recognize what a distress beacon would look like.