A hand pulled at the rear door of the ambulance; the tug shaking the van and forcing Melissa to hold on to the seat she leaned against. The attempt repeated in rapid succession, an air of desperation to the act, and Melissa thanked God she had locked the doors.

With a snap, the lock broke, and the ghost opened the doors. It was a soldier, but he was misshapen by the effects of the ancient blast. He looked at Melissa with compassion and held a hand for her to come out of the ambulance.

She whimpered and pulled her legs close.

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A second ghost joined the first, also beckoning for Melissa to climb out of the shelter. She could sense urgency to their actions, but the ghosts she had watched on the feed from the valley seemed anything but friendly.

More ghosts crowded the doors of the van and reached for her. Closing her eyes, Melissa screamed in terror.

The van shook as a weight climbed in and an icy hand wrapped around her ankle. She was pulled from the van, landing ignobly on the ground in a puff of dust that was sucked towards the valley by a wind grown while she was in the ambulance.

Spinning to her stomach, she crawled on her hands and knees from the mass of ghosts and sprinted for a nearby guard tower.