I tried to stop staring at that thing between the ones carrying it to look at the reflecting eyes in the rearview mirror. But I couldn’t. She obviously knew a lot more about these “people” than I did.

“Mutation?” I dared to ask. She shifted uneasily in her seat but kept driving toward the darkness that marked the city limits. She sighed and finally answered.

“Yeah. You really don’t pay attention do you?” She gripped the steering wheel tightly. “They have been rounding us up. Us being self proclaimed ‘Sniffers.’” I nodded as I listened. Actually, I had heard that some people had begun to offer their noses up for hire because, as I said, winter was coming, and living outdoors was definitely going to be uncomfortable at best.

She went on to explain that They were working to develop a way for Us to be as useful to Them as we were for those who were fighting in the Resistance.

This was going to get ugly real fast. And from what I was looking at, Ugly was only half of it.