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ok. i gave the car beeping a lot of thought. i tried the toyota again, six hours after the first run. they'd stopped looking at it maybe four hours ago. they again inspected it, but this time with even more vigor. as i watched, they got much more violent with the car. after a few minutes of shaking it, they actually tipped it over. some then climbed on top and were able to punch through the windows. two climbed through, followed by two more, then two more. there wasn't enough room for any more to climb in, and the ones already inside seemed to be pretty stuck, what with being on top of eachother. it really was rather comical, seeing them scrambling so hard for whatever first made that sound in the car.

i watched them do that for about fifteen minutes. i still felt some sadistic feelings towards them, and walked back to the front of the roof where i had left the rifle. i came back, and looked through the lens at the scene below. i had a clear shot for one of the top ones.

i shot him in the back. it felt a little sick, shooting something so desperate, so helpless, in the back. he was looking for food after not eating for eight months. i don't know how he had survived that long. i assume they conserved energy pretty well. i'm not sure though. the virus must give them a lot of extra strength; converts sunlight or something. i know their bodies don't give off heat anymore. whatever. i'm not going to figure it out from this roof top. everyone inside the car had slowed their movements from the previous frenzy. i think they were trying to get out now. whatever.

i'm glad they had stopped giving me attention though. they stopped looking at me, growling with their raspy, gutteral voices a long time ago. they don't even look at me when i fire the rifle. it's like they've realized i'm inedible. they can't reach me. makes me feel like god. heh. yeah. not really.