The last of the sunlight disappears from the sky and the street outside gets as dark as it’s gonna get. The damn clouds cleared out not twenty minutes ago, shooting my “easy” walk home to shit. Been sitting in this rotting car for…must be about eleven hours now. Thought if I could just hold on ‘til it got dark I’d be alright, that I’d make it home. Not now…sometimes I think God wants them to win.

                Carefully, I stick my head out the window and look up. It’s a full moon, a “Hunter’s” moon, glaring down at me and bathing everything in a pale blue light. The whole damn street is lit up and I can see everything for a good twenty blocks—trash, abandoned cars, and the remains of our people who fell long ago. That means anything for twenty blocks can see me.

                Still, I can’t stay here for another eleven hours. Night still is the best time to travel; they don’t go out much then. Everybody knows they don’t have good night vision.

                Quiet as I can, I sit up and take a quick look around. With the moon out like it is, there’s a good chance they may be about, hoping to snag one of us doing recon or searching for supplies. Not likely, we’re not that stupid. There are too few of us left to risk unnecessarily. The only one of us out here tonight should be my unlucky ass.

                No one about as far as I can see, but that won’t last for long. On the one hand, the car had been a good hiding place only because it was sitting on their side of the river. They never bother to search their own side. All day long, I listened to them milling about, fighting and arguing like the savages they are. Not once had even one of them ventured near the car.

                I take a quiet breath and climb out of the vehicle. On the other hand, the car was a bad hiding place because it would have been searched if they had even an inkling that there was one of us in their territory. There would have been bands of those sorry bastards looking in every nook and cranny this close to the border. The fact that there wasn’t told me something important: The ones I had managed to get away from hadn’t told their friends about me. Their despicable natures were actually working in my favor.