It had to be seekers. The truck pulled up nauseatingly close to her, and someone climbed out of the truck. "Shit." Her voice rasped, worn of disuse. She hopped out of the bush, sweating and dizzy. Tunnel vision began closing in around her in the darkness, and there was a sudden weakness in her muscles, a dryness to her mouth; a gunshot sounded in her memory and Lana's knees collapsed. She was too tired, mentally and physically, to run anymore and we body knew it.