The bell above the door jingled as another customer entered the gas station, filling Sam with fear. She watched through the thick plastic of her container as this new arrival stepped out of the heat and into the air-conditioned chill of the gas station. It was the middle of Spring Break and this new customer was clearly another vacationing college student. The girl’s long blonde hair held up by a cloth headband fell in rivulets down

Mila felt a bead of sweat form on her forehead as she crept through the underbrush. With both hands pre-occupied in holding her shotgun, the girl had no hand free to fight her way through the dense forest that constantly assaulted her; the trees stinging her cheeks with small branches and nettles. Slowly she trudged through the forest, finally her destination coming into view as she moved forward. The Customs Zone dormitories loomed through the spider like branches, the two buildings sitting men