They crouched in the bushes and watched the little ten-foot-long dinosaur gobble up a nest of mice. The creature was distracted, inattentive. The humans had successfully snuck up on it.

The man leaned in and whispered, "The clip's half empty. That should be fine," he said.

The woman nodded. They were like Tarzan and Jane, the pair of them: bedraggled, scared, dirty and bloody. Desperate, yet cautious. They had survived this long on nothing but wits and firepower - one of those was almost depleted.

"Do it," the woman whispered.

The man rose up, raising his gun simultaneously; perfect combativeness form. He squeezed the trigger and a harsh, ear-grating burst of gunfire rang through the foggy morning.

Then it was over.

The woman stood up beside him and together they ran, passing the body of the little ten-foot-long dinosaur.

The silhouette of the maintenance shed appeared in the fog. The pair ran faster, their hearts beating wildly and their muscles burning. The woman reached the shed first; she drove her heels into the mud, stopping herself right before she ran into the side. With a trembling hand she grabbed the door handle and threw it wide. The pair ran inside, the man turning back to slam the door shut.

There was a long moment during which they could do nothing but pant.

Everything blurred for the woman. A powerful wave of dizziness hit her, and she lost her footing and collapsed. The man also fell. They lay there for a long time on the cold hard cement; to them it felt like a comfortable soft bed. The woman blinked in and out of consciousness. The heaviness dragged at her but never consumed her fully, as if part of her was fighting the urge.

The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. Try though she did the woman could not resist the temptation any longer, and she drifted off into what might have been the best sleep of her life.

***GCG***

"Hey," a voice said. A hand shook Mina's shoulder, jolting her from sleep. She opened her eyes and looked up. Rick was kneeling over her. His brown eyes had a haunted look in them that wasn't there at the front of their adventures. A real tragedy, Mina thought with a twinge of her old humour.

"What time is it?" She asked aloud as she unfurled into a sitting position.

Rick glanced at his watch. Somehow it still functioning after everything they'd been through. "About ten o clock," he said.

"We slept for two hours," Mina said.

"About that."

Mina looked around her. The shed contained exactly what you'd expect: tools and crates and whatnot.

"Should we look and see what we can find?" She suggested.

Rick nodded. "I was kind of waiting for you to wake up before I looked to see what loot awaits us," he said.

He offered her his hand, and she took it. "By the way," he said. He smiled. "Good job surviving."

Despite herself, she smiled back. "You too," she said.

They looked through every crate and box in the shed but there was nothing of use to them. Well, there was a medical kit- which was handy. Mina had several cuts on her body that were driving her crazy. They applied the medicine, cleaned themselves up with some rags that they found.

"I gotta pee," Rick said. Mina realized that she had the urge to do the same. "No bathroom though," Rick continued. "Guess I'll do it through the window." When he saw her face he added, "I'm just kidding."

"What should we do then?" She asked.

"I guess we'll just go outside. One of us will keep watch while the other pees."

Mina grimaced at the idea but acknowledged the faculty of it.

When they had both gone, they went back in and settled down. "I'm starved," Rick said. "To bad there wasn't any food in any of those boxes."

"Just dinosaur food," Mina said. She took off her pack, and reached inside, finding a couple of sandwiches that she'd wrapped before the trip.

As they ate a heavy silence settled between them. Rick's face became hard, troubled.

"You thinking about them?" She asked.

He started, as if he'd forgotten she was there. "Yeah," he said.

"Me too," Nima said.

Another brief silence passed. "All in all, they weren't awful people," Rick said after a while. He took a bite out of his sandwich. "They did some pretty awful stuff. I've done some pretty awful stuff." He looked on the ground. "You know, forget it. We're awful, every last one of us. Except you. And maybe Hansen." Suddenly his eyes went wide. "Oh my... I shot them!"

Pure unbridled horror filled his eyes. He stared forward, as if in a trance. Mina shook her head rigidly. "No, Rick, you did the right thing," she said. "They were beyond saving. Remember, Hansen begged you to shoot him. You saved him from further suffering. You did the... merciful thing."

Rick looked at her. The horror in his eyes dwindled like a campfire that had just run out of fuels to burn. "Yeah, maybe," he murmured. "But... I... I shot two men!"

Again there was a lengthily pause during which the only sound was chewing.

"We should get out of here," Mina broke the silence.

Rick nodded reluctantly. "You're right."

"Where can we go?" She wondered aloud.

"What direction do we take?"

Mina thought of something. "Was there a map in any of those containers?"

Rick stood up, grunting "There could be," he said.

They looked through all of the containers a second time, but no map.

"Well then," Mina said, putting her hands on her hips. "I guess we just have to go out there and hope for the best."

"I'm the only one left, Mina," Rick said suddenly.

"What?" Mina said, turning to him.

He was staring off into the middle distance again. "First Dillan. Then Hansen. Then Max. Then Grayson. I've worked with Grayson for years. I've been in Max's house. In his home. Hansen - he was a little annoying, but we got along overall." He turned to Mina. His eyes had that haunted look in them once more. "They're dead." He choked the words out. "All but me."

"It's a gift that you survived," Mina said.

"But why me?" He asked.

"So that you could help me, of course. Look, just between you and me - I never really liked those guys. Max, he was alright, I guess. But Grayson? He sort of rubbed me the wrong way," she said. "Look, I guess the point I'm trying to make here is that, out of all of you, I'd prefer to have you by my side right now than any of those other guys. So maybe that's why you survived. We're the compatible ones. We stand the best chance of survival. So, yeah. Maybe that's why."

He looked at her for a long moment. Finally, he said, "Yeah, I guess so."

Mina smiled. He did not return the smile.

Mina yawned. "I don't know about you, but I'm still dead tired," she said. "How about we get a few more hours' rest?"

He nodded. "Yeah, sure."

"Should one of us keep watch?" She asked.

"I'll do-"

"You know what, you've had a hard day. Why don't I take the first shift?" She suggested.

"Oh, okay. Fine."

He laid down on the floor, using his arms as a pillow. He closed his eyes, and sighed heavily. Then he was quiet.

Mina sat down in front of the door so that nothing could get in. She occupied herself by fiddling with her knife. Soon though, exhaustion began to weigh on her, dragging her down to the tempting realm of sleep. She resisted it for a while, but ultimately gave in to that allure.