A few days later, we reached New Hampshire. "We need to get to Farmington," said Zane.
"Farmington? Where is that?" I asked.
"Near Rochester," he replied.
"They're close," muttered Lucius. "We had better hurry."
"Why? What's close?" I questioned.
"Damn, we better run as fast as our legs can carry us," said Zane.
So, we ran fast. Downside; we ran into hundreds of thousands of Shadows. I drew my blade and got ready to slash some heads. A Shadow jumped infront of me. I slashed its body in half and stabbed another one in the head. I glanced up. The Cojin was producing more Shadows than we were killing. "We're dead," I said. "We are all dead."