I told Pete and Phelps that this was like walking through a graveyard… but that's not strictly true. I felt like I was a ghost walking through a world of the dead. Bodies of animals lay everywhere, and there was only a thin plastic shield between them and me. Between whatever killed them and me.

Still, it wasn't until the Fire Storm aircraft roared overhead that I actually felt the tremors of real fear. Death in the woods—even by a deadly mutant super-bug—was preferable to being toasted like a wiener that has rolled off of the grill and into the fire!