I drove into a dead end, in the middle of nowhere. There is a smashed car. I parked, leaned over, grabbed the keys, looked around. How did I get here. The engine is gone, and the body is a mess of rust and debris. One war . And I am a piece of it, a part of this machine. Somehow, I feel that it is my responsibility to stop this madness. By myself. In this town. On my own. From a distance. My hands are shaking and I can barely breathe. Just try to stay calm, a voice said to me from my side of my head. Do you understand? They always said something like this. You are not alone, or you would not be here. Are you listening? Do I understand, okay? You're not going anywhere. We will protect you, they seemed almost to say. I nodded, my hands shaking. Maybe I should just call the police, maybe…