Snake sat silently in the humvee. The doors were locked, windows rolled up tight, lights off, engine down, Plissken didn't dare breathe. Waves of wretched humanity swarmed past. Nothing moved inside except for Plissken's eye watching the Crazies. The stench stunk up the inside and Snake slowly brought his hand up to cover his mouth and pinch off his nose. That one smell was worse in Plissken's mind than any other. The images it provoked one of the few things that brought true terror to the seasoned criminal.

The swarm moved on and Snake continued to stare after them. The hoots and howls caused an uncontrollable tremor to jolt his body. Otherwise he continued to remain motionless, afraid they still might detect his location.

They were out of sight and hearing range when Plissken finally dared to move his hand from over his face. The smell had abated allowing Snake to take a deep breath. His lungs filled to capacity and slowly exhaling. The second breath caught and his eye darted around.

Air. The air made them like they were. It could happen to anyone. People didn't know until it was too late. Snake's paranoia kicked in full tilt as he once more wondered if he was crazy. The thought was blotted out by a shrill cry. Snake glanced into the rearview to see another wave crawling free from the hell beneath the streets.

"Shit." Snake mumbled. Why were there so many? Plissken was terrified to think they were created here. That would mean he was breathing in an overdose of gas. Instinctively he held his breath hoping they were just here to hunt. Maybe it was too late and he had already been exposed to enough.

Snake started to internally question his clarity of mind as he watched the first group return and clash with this new mass of Crazies. It reminded him of an old zombie movie from his childhood. It was disgusting, gave him chills and a desire to run, just open the door and flee from the sight. Common sense and the desire to survive were the only things keeping him planted in the driver's seat.

This was not normal activity for humans. This was the very visage of insanity unfolding before him. Something, an unidentifiable human part, slammed into the windshield spraying blood into a starburst across the glass. Snake's eye pulled wide at the chunk that the Crazies were now scrambling for. Panic hit him as well as the evidence that convinced him he was still very sane.

He couldn't stay still any longer as dirty hands scrapped the blood from the glass and crammed it into ragged mouths. Plissken started the engine and threw on the hi-beams and fog lamps. Crazies screamed and fled blindly from the light. Without hesitation he slammed it into gear and took off like a rocket. Heaves and the taste of bile accompanied his get away.

No, Snake Plissken was not insane. It was the world gone mad and he was the sole sane one left. Plissken repeated that in his mind until he believed it and embraced it. He was the lone doctor in a world wide asylum. That thought evoked alarm even from Plissken.