Bailey Truce weighed her options.

Do I stay or do I take a chance and try to make a run for it?

She quickly decided trying to make a run was pointless. She wouldn't outrun the leaves. As Bailey became even more depressed, she headed back into the living room for another swig of ol'Jack. This time she managed to chug down three big gulps without choking, but began to feel the light headedness as the alcohol quickly took affect. She plopped down onto the couch.

It had been over twelve hours since she barely made it back inside the house after the first encounter with the demonic debris. Her thoughts turned back to her family.

Where the hell are they? Are they still alive? Or are they dead, their skin ripped off just like Wheaton?

That vivid memory of the old man's fate made her almost throw up the whiskey. Quickly, she tried to refocus her mind not on what she didn't know but on what she did.

She did know all connections to the outside world were gone. She figured she had enough canned food and bottled water to last a week, maybe two at the outside. The outside? More than likely Bailey guessed, she would never see the outside again.

She also knew that even though she had a few swallows of her Dad's whiskey, she wasn't totally drunk. In fact, she had never felt more clear in her life, which allowed her to start considering what was possible and what was probable.

First, the probable.

Her family was in all probably dead. All the neighbors, like old man Wheaton, were either dead or at least trapped inside their homes like she was. The Police? Fire Rescue? She remembered the static laden radio report that indicated the leaves were everywhere, so anyone with any authority was too busy to come to her lame neighborhood to rescue some lanky little teenage girl.

Next, the possible.

Not a whole hell of a lot, she decided.

Then the questions, the inevitable questions that began to gnaw around the edge of her consciousness.

What happens when the food and water runs out? How long before I starve to death, before I die of thirst?

Bailey also thought of the loneliness, both physical and psychological.

She had never been alone, really alone. Her Mom and Dad had always been around. Yeah, they had had many disagreements over the years, which resulted in some pretty intense arguments and the more than occasional grounding, but Bailey knew they loved her and she loved them and they had been there for her. Even her little "pain in the butt" sister was always around, but not now. They all were gone. Really gone, like in not ever coming back gone... ever.

Bailey broke down. She missed them all. So much so, that she began to think the unthinkable, point by point.

No matter how hard she tried to conserve, she would eventually run out of food and water and starve to death. If she ever left the house, the leaves would guarantee a horrible and painful fate. When death finally came, she would have to face it alone and, in the final analysis, Bailey had to admit that considering her circumstances, it all didn't matter anyway because she had nothing left to live for.

Suddenly, she no longer felt the fear. Her depression slowly began to lift, replaced by a subtle feeling of inner peace. She now understood there was only one option readily available to her and it was her only ticket out. So the final question left for Bailey to answer was; since she had finally found inner peace, could she finally find the inner strength to use that ticket?

To be Continued.