Not all the people in the stadium had come to the radio station for answers, although it was ironic how similar a fate they shared. As the metal sphere rose up from the ruins of the radio station, many in the crowd buckled in fear. As the sreeching began they welcomed the suicide that ensued. Jeff Carter was prepared though and was already blasting his iPod. As the swarm of beetles engulfed the remaining surviors, Jeff Carter walked away. He ignored the plague of beetles and cranked his music. He had made his choice. He was sick of running, sick of fearing for his life, sick of being herded by the walking death spheres into traps like this. Oh yes Jeff Carter had made a choice, he had chosen Mezin.