I rubbed my forehead. I couldn’t believe they hated us that much. Hell, I couldn’t believe there were that many of us “Sniffers” in one place. I wonder how many I pass everyday that weren’t really one of them.

“So, you say that there were 153 in that little cave,” I started. Of course, she interrupted, “I said 153 died, not 153 were in that cave. You really should pay more attention to your surroundings. And by the way, you sing horribly.” I was really, really starting to dislike this girl. Cute or not, she was a menace.

I practiced my deep breathing method, and counted backward from ten. Something caught my attention out the window. “Look, to your left. No, your other left.” Not as bright as she wants to appear.

“Do you see them? What is that?” All I could muster was a pathetic attempt at a command, “We have got to go, now.” It came out as a squeaky whisper. Sad.

There were ten of them, two on either side of what looked like human shaped grotesquely disfigured creatures. “Mutation gone bad?”