They scream and search for what seems like hours, pacing across the increasingly empty killing grounds as the bodies swayed to and fro in the breeze. Panic and blood and piss and decay. Welcome to Chicago. The world rotten around them and the people just followed it down, down, down...

"You saw him," Tom was shouting. The bum was ill, skinny beyond starvation, just tanned leather stretched over bone. "He was here, he was with us, tall and thin, black hair, dog tags - you saw him."

He was shouting, screaming, at someone that looked scared. Millennium Park was empty except for the bodies and the crows and the truly destitute. Mike was somewhere behind him.

And Neil...