As she sat at the table in the deserted farmhouse, with what remained of the food in her pack on a plate, the contents of a can of warm root beer in a coffee cup beside the plate, she remembered the howling of The Machines across the pond. The way their screams grew louder every minute. The feeling of hopelessness as she ran as fast as she could toward the forest, knowing full well how much faster The Machines could run.

With remembered fear and relief, Helen sat alone, crying softly in Janet's Farm.