Outside the warehouse, my workplace, I could hear an odd gunshot here and there. … We'd all figured something weird was going on, despite the news blackouts and the suggestions that we all continue life as if things were normal. …. The car felt like a target. I had it floored and all I could do was a little over fifty miler per hour. There were other cars on the street now. A few people pointed at me from the parking lots of shopping centers. I looked right and could see that … …

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Til the Last Hemlock Dies: "One of Those Days" A story and a story …