Anaya drank again, then said,  "Some sort of... black mist overtook us.  I don't know what it was."  Her face wrinkles momentarily at the memory, and she raises a hand to massage her forehead as though to rub the image away.  But Josie's shrieks as the black mist worked its way up her body and how she looked a few moments later as she'd chased them, the madness she'd seen there... they would NEVER be washed clean of her mind.  She drops her hand, face once again impassive.  "It...somehow turned one of our own mad.  And she chased us."  She glances around at the remaining girls.  "She took out half of us by the looks of it before we made it here."<br/><br/>"Josie was right."  One of the girls said in a trembling voice which rose shrilly as she continued.  "We should have went back and waited at the Det--"<br/><br/>"Shut the fuck up!"  Anaya yelled acidly at the girl.  The girl, Moira, jumped at Anaya's harsh tone and dissolved into tears.  As though this interruption had not occurred, Anaya concluded,  "We're headed to Phoenix.  There will be more people and more supplies there."  She finished the last of her water.