You and Pugs smoke the joint while drinking the booze and feeling just right. A strange black oily rain falls outside. "Joe and Mark are on they're way over", Says Pugs while gazing out the window at a scene only lit in smudges by the exploding purple bolts. "I hope they can make it here". You are rolling a couple more blunts for Pugs. He checks the TV cell phone and radio again all out of commission. More drinks and watching the black rain recede. Slowly it beads on the windows into pellets of a sticky black mass. You and Pugs watch many houses burning. Burning fast and hard, sometimes spreading to other houses. There's a pounding at the door. Pugs squints through the smudged glass to see Mark at the window making a funny face! He lets him in. Mark is dead, so it Joe who growls and snaps at the air behind him. They burst in and dog pile Pugs. Biting the fuck out of him. Taking hunks of flesh with each savage rip. He is screaming and wrestling against them. You try to pull Mark off and he catches you. Its a short wrestle before his teeth are at your throat. He rips you open, spraying blood all over his face. You die while he takes big gulping bites out of you.