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Tia crouched in the drain that ran under the jammed highway above her, drew her knees into her giant hoodie and pulled the drawstring tight until only one eye peeped out. Shots, yells and the freaks' groans echoed in the tunnel from above.

They'd been chasing her for three days now. There was no way she could have fought them. Every night she hoped against hope that she'd shaken them off her tail, but each day, no matter how cautious she was, they were back on her trail by midday. She had no time for foraging. She'd run out of food two days ago, and carried an empty water bottle all day yesterday. Now she sucked greedily on a sleeve she'd dipped in the stale water puddled in the drain. She'd finally abandoned that water bottle on the road this morning to make sure they stayed on her trail. It was time for desperate measures.

She'd met the hunters on the road between Strasburg and Harrisonburg, near a village called Woodstock. They'd laughed, but not unkindly, when she'd asked if it was where the hippy festival was held. They had a deer on the back of their pick-up, and saw Tia eyeing it hungrily. 'C'mon, little one,' the one with the green bandana round his neck had said. 'We'll feed ya some.' She'd hopped up on the back between Green Bandana and the deer. About 20 miles down the road, they took a right. Green Bandana explained they were holed up by the Brandywine in the George Washington national forest. 'Good fishing there, good hunting too, and in Shenandoah,' he'd said. Tia didn't pay much attention in geography class, but she'd seen the signs for both George Washington and Shenandoah while on the road.

They'd entered forest about seven miles after their right turn, and Green Bandana banged on the cab with his fist and unwrapping his neckcloth. 'Good a time as any,' said the driver, coming round the side of the truck. Tia's head was jerked backwards as Green Bandana wrapped his neckcloth round her throat, muffling any screams. He grabbed Tia's thin left arm with his spare hand, and the driver grabbed her right arm and, at the third attempt, her kicking right leg. The passenger jumped up on the bed of the truck and began to unbuckle his belt, a greasy grin spreading across his lips. 'Who's Craig's pretty girl?' he mumbled. He knelt and grabbed Tia's left thigh, digging his fingers into her flesh.

Tia had nearly passed out from lack of oxygen when she heard the driver's scream, and suddenly her arms and legs were free. Craig was fumbling around his knees for his gunbelt, and Green Bandana was kneeling over her, already firing a pistol at the freaks clung to the driver's back. She gulped air down into her tortured lungs and scooted out from under Green Bandana, passed Craig, and jumped down onto the dirt track, running for her life. It wasn't until she climbed a tree to sleep in for the night that she discovered the green bandana, stuck to her neck with dried blood.

DeShaun's university was near Harrisonburg, she knew, but she didn't dare stay on the main roads once she'd realised the two men were on her tail. By now, she was hopelessly lost, and running out of energy. An hour ago, she'd spotted Green Bandana and Craig cresting a hill behind her. She'd also spotted the mansion on a distant hill, and the traffic jam on the raised road ahead. Traffic jams meant loads of freaks. She dropped her water bottle in the road, knowing the hunters would see it, and headed straight for the traffic jam. By now, the hunters were 500 metres behind her.

Muscles cramping with dehydration, Tia broke into a run. She heard one of the men cry out 'Aw, come on now, Tia'. The first freak patrolling the traffic jam raised its head and began to moan. Tia dodged past it and ran on, hoping to get as many freaks between her and the hunters before she found a car to hide underneath. Two more turned and began shuffling after her. Tia jumped up on the hood of a car that had T-boned another, and slid across it, stumbling as she landed on a rotting, headless torso. She gagged, raised herself up from bloodied knees, and risked a look behind her. About 10 freaks now stood between her and the hunters. She turned and crashed straight into a freak. One shattered eyesocket dripped jelly down its grey cheek, and jagged teeth snapped inches from her forehead. Tia gagged again at the stench from its mouth and rolled away from it before it could close its arms. Her pulse thundered in her ears and her vision blurred momentarily. Blindly, she stepped off the road and into the ditch that ran alongside it. A shot rang out behind her, bringing her to her senses again, and she spotted the tunnel. Fighting to keep her breath level, Tia hauled herself into the ditch and hid.