081413 #worm A mob of humans is disappearing, assimilating itself into the surrounding alleyways and streets. A few people can't run; they moan and crawl instead. The keen of emergency sirens is growing steadily louder. The bloody head of the trash-truck driver lolls on the hood, jutting out through the smashed windshield. On the other side of the truck, a lone figure stands motionless, silhoutted by the garish firelight. A hand reaches out and tugs at Me's ankle, scaring him shitless.