Day 2,023

It was hard to tell what was drawing the creatures to the lorry - its speed or the fresh blood smeared across the front which was in no way linked to crumpled bodies of three old men some thirty miles back from the lorry's eventual resting place.

The creatures themselves couldn't say what made them want to chase and barge into the lorry. They couldn't say anything at all - they lacked the ability to comprehend spoken language. What they did understand was that they had something to chase and they had to bring it to a stop before the end of the steep mountain road.

The driver, the poor terrified driver, hadn't bene able to look at the road since the creatures burst through the trees - twelve feet tall and endlessly long with more legs than half a town. All he could do was keep his foot pressed on the accelerator and keep his eyes locked with theirs.

Before the narrow road met the freeway he'd be dead. The lorry would be as crumpled and bloodied as the three old men some thirty miles back and the creatures would be nowhere in sight. They would leave teeth embedded deep into the engine and the windscreen and the driver and nothing else.