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Just ahead was Westlake Street, it was as ghostly as the other streets. A stench of death and evil was in the air. A mist shrouded the roads. Elizabeth is probably somewhere here, but where? "Hey Mary," I suddenly stopped and ask, "Do you recall where Elizabeth went to run her errand?" "She didn't mention it. She just said she had to go collect something for her mom. Maybe she mentioned it to you?" Mary said, trying to recall as much as she could from their prior conversation. Collect something for her mom? Come to think of it, she did mention something about collecting a gift for my mother-in-law. Her birthday was next week. "Let's check out the gift stores along Westlake Street. It can't be too long. Anyway it looks pretty deserted, just stay on the lookout."
"Are you kidding? Westlake Street is lined up with gift stores!" Mary replied, "Even if we find people in the stores, Elizabeth might not be with them." "We'll have to check every single one of them then, even if it's going to take hours. I have to find her, it's what I came here for," I rebutted.
Mary didn't say anything. I looked at her and she looked stunned. The other guy, Philip, who was following us stopped in his tracks too. They seemed to be staring at something behind me. What now? What could it possibly be this time? Slowly I turned around and expected the worst - I could not have been more wrong. There were hundreds of screechers just ahead. They were marching in our direction slowly. They walked perfectly in sync; arms swinging and each footstep in perfect harmony. It was like an army of screechers and they were drawing closer. "Run!" I shouted to Mary and Philip. But they were frozen in their steps. Shit! I realized that I dropped my gun way back at Cape Street. But there were too many for me to take with a hand gun anyway. My mind screamed run, but my feet wouldn't budge. And the screechers were coming closer - in the hundreds.