As you barrel back into your car and slam the driver-side door, whatever was chasing you out there seems to lose interest. You figure it can't smell you anymore, now that you're inside. You see it through a window as a silhouette, obscured by the mist, shambling unnaturally in some other direction. After taking a moment to pray that it doesn't get close enough for you to be able to make out its finer features, you rest your head on the steering wheel, letting your racing heart and adrenaline ease down. Despite the scare, you got what you came for - enough gas to make it anywhere you want.

But where is there left to go?

You're pretty sure you're still in Vermont. You consider following the road west to Albany or NYC in the hope that the bigger cities fared better. Then again, you've heard rumors that the mist originally spread out from the tip of Maine, east of here. There could be some answers in that direction, but resistance would probably be heavier. For whatever reason, your intuition tells you that there may also be something worthwhile in Hartford, to the south.

MIND: Stable condition.
BODY: No active wounds. Wearing a torn shirt and jeans.
ITEMS: Revolver (.44) (5 rounds). Swiss army knife. Granola bars (6). Car key.

You drive slowly down the highway toward New York City, your nerves on edge as you scan the horizon for any signs of movement in the mist that occasionally slides across the road. It's eerily quiet; normally this stretch would be bustling with traffic, but now it seems as if all of civilization has vanished overnight.

Suddenly, a noise catches your attention from off to the side. You can make out what looks like a couple of cars abandoned on the shoulder up ahead. Something's moving between them... you squint, leaning forward for a better look, but it's still too blurred to make out clearly. Cautiously, you ease your car toward the abandoned vehicles, gun at the ready.

As you draw closer, the mist momentarily parts and the scene comes into focus: two figures huddled together in the midst of an advancing horde of mist-shrouded monsters. It's a young couple, terrified and helpless as they watch their impending doom approach. There must be some way you can help them...

The mist swirls around the unfortunate couple, obscuring them from your view every now and then as they scream in terror. You can hear the horde drawing closer with each passing moment, their unnatural shrieks and growls sending chills down your spine. There's got to be something you can do...

A sudden flash of movement catches your eye: one of the monsters has somehow managed to break free from the pack and is now bearing down on them at an alarming pace. It's almost upon them in a heartbeat, opening its mouth wide as it leaps through the air, impossibly long tentacles splayed out behind it like a macabre veil. You have no time to lose.

The tentacled beast lands squarely on top of the young couple with an unholy shriek that sounds like tearing flesh and snapping bones. The mist instantly turns crimson as blood spatters your windshield, staining it a horrific red. After what seems like an eternity, but is likely only seconds, the monster lurches back into the fray, its long tentacles wet with gore.

Time passes slowly as you remain in your car, watching the gruesome spectacle unfold before you and waiting for it to clear up enough that you can venture out without drawing undue attention. Eventually, most of the creatures seem to have been drawn off by the smell of fresh blood elsewhere, leaving behind only a handful still scavenging for any remaining morsels amongst the corpses.

With a deep breath, you reach into your pocket and pull out one of your precious granola bars. Tearing it in half with shaking hands, you nibble on it carefully, forcing yourself to eat slowly and not make too much noise as you do so. It tastes like sawdust in comparison to the decadent breakfasts you're used to, but it'll keep your energy up for now.

*Still cautious, you climb out of the car, revolver at the ready. The mist is beginning to thin slightly here; maybe heading east would be a better idea after all...

You carefully approach the bodies of the unfortunate couple, not wanting to alert any straggler monsters that might still be lurking nearby. Their lower halves are mostly intact, though there are a few shallow slashes and bites here and there from the initial attack by the tentacled beast. Most of the damage seems to have been concentrated on their torsos; it's likely they were still alive when the monster pinned them down and started feasting. You shudder involuntarily at the gruesome sight.

As you rifle through their belongings, carefully avoiding any contact with the gruesome remains of the couple themselves, you manage to find a few useful items. A pocket knife, which looks relatively new and unused; some cash in small denominations that might come in handy; and a set of car keys, presumably for one of the abandoned vehicles nearby. You also spot a wallet tucked into the woman's jeans, bulging with more cash and what appears to be an ID card.

The lower half of her body is mostly undamaged, save for some light scratches here and there from her futile struggle against her attackers. The tentacles seemed to have focused their attention on her upper torso; the wounds there are far more severe and extensive. She has long, toned legs covered in jeans that look sturdy enough to provide some protection in a pinch. Overall, she's still recognizably human despite the terrible injuries she sustained.

Your attention is drawn back to the unsettling sight of the woman's corpse as you extract her ID card from her jeans. Her features are pale and lifeless, marred by deep gashes and puncture wounds that seem to have torn her flesh apart. Blood covers her torso and stains her once-white shirt a gruesome crimson hue. In life, she must have been attractive; now she is nothing more than meat for the monsters to feast upon.

As you roll her onto her belly, exposing her bare backside, you can't help but feel a strange stirring in your loins. Her ass looks smooth and toned under the frayed hem of her jeans, unmarred by visible injuries. A shiver runs down your spine as you consider what might have happened to her before she met her grisly end...

Despite your best efforts to check the area first, you feel a sudden surge of adrenaline course through your veins as you begin to violate her lifeless form. Your fingers dig into her flesh, massaging and probing her soft orifices as you grind your groin against her backside, seeking release in this most desperate and depraved of acts. The feel of her cooling skin beneath your fingertips sends shivers down your spine, a chilling reminder of the fate that now awaits all who dare to stand against the monstrous hordes that roam these mist-shrouded lands.