<strong>Herb Swann w. Freddy Jupiter and Sam Clarke: Choices on Level 2</strong><br/><br/>Herb saw it all, but was too stunned to speak. Here was the man who was supposed to protect them…to see this all through one way or the other, running and running hard. He knew then that anything he tried concerning the invasion would be all for nothing. Dead friends up there, and hard choices to make right where he was standing. In his confusion, he turned to the other men and frowned mightily.<br/><br/>Herb was no small man. He was shaped by the world he occupied and made strong by the work that kept this place, his home, running. But those dogs were just the start of it…even now there were invaders advancing while they retreated. He knew it was all gone, and their hopes now rested in a harsh world outside. He’d seen the movies…it would be horrible, full of grotesqueries not fit for man. What it wasn’t, however, was certain death.<br/><br/>One thing was abundantly clear. Herb did not want to die. “I’ll go…but I’m taking any able body person I see on the way. If that slows me down, so be it…but if we can’t make a huge announcement then we have to do that much…we have to.” He stared at the Overseer, his eyes hard and something else. Perhaps the word would be ‘sure’. He was desperate to live, but simply could not leave without feeling like he’d done what he could to help others do the same.<br/>