No longer sure who to fear the Hand of Death, his army, the humans, or Munich Tellith tightened his grip on the tire iron and started walking again. He moved toward the edge of the road, and finally moved to the ditch. He could see the looming towers, the rest of the complex surrounded by trees. The yard lights blazed like usual, but that didn't mean much.

Though there was no corn, Tellith navigated to the field and cut across, drawing closer. He sniffed the air, inhaling the ...