Before Will could even close the door, Foxy was leaving a smoky layer of rubber behind them - and the pursuing survivalists took up the chase without even giving a second glance to the picturesque little house they'd shot past.

* * * * *

Eddie thought he could almost smell the sweet, warm, comfortable scent of those long ago cookies, but that all vanished as the vice-like grip of Ben's hand locked onto his shoulder, and an absolute abomination of nature crept up at them from the basement stairs.

Eddie's grandmother was slithering over the last two steps on her belly. She emerged from the darkness led by pinpoints of red evil in her eyes. There was a final push - a gyration of her hips that was vaguely sexual -- and she lolled out into the kitchen.

Something came out of Eddie's mouth that Ben thought might have been a sob, but Eddie was far past words - farther perhaps than he'd yet to be in this whole nightmare since the meteors.

"Eddieeeeeee" Grandma Beames moaned, craning her neck to look up into her grandson's face. Her skin was the color of spoiled milk with dark brown stains oozing out the myriad of wrinkles. As she grinned, her dentures dropped out of her drooling mouth and clattered on the floor.

Run screaming from this place and the first chance you get you put a bullet in your head. Eddie thought without really knowing it. That was enough. His cognitive ability was about to shit the bed, as they say. Tous ont fini. No more, no how. Good night folks, you've been a great audience.