The streets were filled with blood. Buildings were burning, and the sirens which had earlier filled the air had grown silent as the grave (no pun intended). I could hear the moans, though, and another horrible sound (more on that later), so I headed back down to the truck.
I took Walnut/Foothill back to the flat. They seem to congregate in shadier areas (perhaps the heat is a factor?) I rammed through a large crowd of them near the last stop on the Gold Line, and never looked back. Picked up supplies at the flat, strapped on my heavies armor, grabbed my handgun as well as
On my way down Foothill, I looked to see if John and Bjo were ok. Their car was gone; I can only hope they got away safely.