<strong>Allison Garvey - On the Road to Devil Bat Cave<br/>"Barmy" from too many blows to the psyche.</strong><br/><br/>Allison watched the headlights come closer.  She started to stand up, in case they were more monsters who could now drive cars, but her shoes slipped on the slick paint.  Wet.  Rain.  They must think I'm fucking nuts to be sitting here... How do you say that it's easier to see all around you, and it's better to be off the ground, with an option, than to be trapped inside without much of any options other than a fast death or a slow one when the crazy shit went down again?  You don't.  Not unless you want your own private suite at the local psych ward.  She grinned as the door opened and a woman stepped out to ask if she was all right, trying to appear non-threatening.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">" Hey!" She called out in a loud voice. " Are you all right?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Oh, boy.  That's a loaded question," Al said, easing off the roof of her car to land carefully on the tarmac.  "I was at the bar...I am a ---<strong>was </strong>a bartender.  And, it was quite a night."  Shielding her eyes, Al looked closer at the woman.  "You look familiar," she said.  "I've seen your photo...in the paper, I think..."  She shrugged.  "If you have room, I was headed to the caves...  But, if you don't want a drippy, ex-barmaid inside, I get it.  Can you tell me how far away a garage might be...and how long till sunrise?"<br/><br/>The night got suddenly darker as the VW's battery gave up and the emergency lights faded to black.  Al glanced back at the car, then to the people who'd stopped.