The news chilled the surface of his sweat-soaked skin. Tiny hills began forming on the coffee colored flesh that crawled from his bones. Darkness had spread over him like a sheet over a dead man. The idea of living day to day running from them spent his breath like he was already moving. The world would never be the same. He would never be the same. Time did not exist. He sprinted to collect his belongings, desperate to save the things he so loved. He sprawled on the floor after tripping over a box of old medications. He looked back toward the dust covered container and there they were. Still as tree bases. Sheets of non-transparent glass. He gasped out his terror, but only dogs could hear it. His feet scrambled to be level again, then jumped over each other. His eyes snapped left and right, looking for another way out. He looked over his shoulder. They were on top of him. The window. His only escape. He jumped.