Dan was stareing in disbelief at the head unable to move "Errrrrrr does he look dead Lass, go have a look, I don't think he is ........shit....what the fuck........I know he was dead...but this is just weird......it's the sixties all over again...."<br/>Dan rambled on but some how got his legs to reluctantly move in the direction his brain was telling him not to go.<br/><br/>It seemed like hours to him but was just seconds in reality, he reached Michael and pressed his finger against his neck. Relived when he felt a pulce "No he's not gone , but I think we had better move him or that thing" he pointed to the head now looking at him with hunger in it's eyes.