"Anyone know what the fuck is going on," Aaron asked as he emerged from a back room.  He had a pistol in his hand, a 9mm from the looks of it  He was letting it dangle for now.<br/><br/>From outside, there was silence.  The fog had hidden almost everything from view now.  Then footsteps.  Suddenly, those in the living room saw a man burst out of the fog, running.  He was Caucasian, looking to be around 40, dressed in jeans, a flannel shirt, and a sportsman's vest.  He looked disheveled, with a permanently freaked-out look on his face.  He slowed down, then stumbled.  Blood came out of his mouth.