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hear more shrieking outside the store. "This is going to be a very long night," she said to herself, "a very very long night."
     
    Chapter 11
     
    Amy barricaded herself deep within the gun store and locked the door once she had driven enough of the creatures away with the flamethrower. She could hear them shrieking outside the door and pounding on it, but she felt confident that she had secured herself inside of a safe place. The unfortunate thing was that she had no way of getting out and she was still very weak and tired.
                  "Of all the times to be feeling sick," she said as she turned to the side and vomited. She took out a bottle of water and took a small sip to rinse the terrible vomit taste out of her mouth, but she wanted to ration it in case she had to survive on it for a while. "If these creatures don't leave I am as good as dead."
                  Eventually the shrieking began to subside and amazingly, despite the situation she was in, she slowly fell into a deep sleep.
                  "Where am I?!" she shouted upon waking to find herself in the darkened room before remembering where she was. "Was that all a dream?" No, that wasn't a dream, she thought, it was a nightmare, and the fact that she was still locked away in the storage room at the gun store was proof that it was real.
                  She slowly got up and managed to find a light switch only to remember that there was no electricity anywhere anymore. She used her flashlight to see around and listened carefully. "I don't hear any more shrieking or pounding on the door. Maybe the creatures have left, whatever the hell those things were."
                  Very carefully and with the handgun at her side she opened the door to find that it now seemed to be about mid-day and there was no sign of the creatures. There was also no sign that they were ever there in the first place. "That's why there are no bodies," she said aloud as she looked at the spot where she had melted the creatures the night before. "They completely evaporated."
                  She actually wished this weren't the case because she would have loved to get a sample of their biology to see exactly what it was that they were. The scientific equipment she had with her back in her spacecraft was only a small amount, but she figured she could probably find some scientific equipment lying about somewhere that had been undamaged in the catastrophe that befell the Earth.
                  But she began making lots of logical inferences. She had seen no human beings, but she had seen a bunch of creatures that looked like they were some form of human at some point. The creatures, whatever they were, seemed like they were designed to self-destruct upon being killed, and killing them wasn't easy. Their primary weakness seemed to be fire.
                  They also appeared to be completely nocturnal, which might be why she never saw evidence of any of them from space. When she had been surveying the Earth with satellite photos she had been taking pictures of the cities during the daytime, when these creatures must have retreated to someplace where the sunlight would not bother them. And she had no doubt that they were definitely the predator she had feared that had drank the blood of the dog and the squirrel.
                  That was when she began to put everything together. "Pale nocturnal creatures that drink blood, hate the sunlight, and only dissolve when you blow off their heads or light them on fire. They are almost like zombies or vampires, or vampire zombies, zampires maybe? That's kind of a stupid name, but that's what I am going to go with for now."
                  She then reasoned that these had to be the result of the bombardment. They didn't seem to be very intelligent, but they did seem to be humanlike and not so much extraterrestrial. Perhaps the virus had