“No.” I shook my head. ugg boots discount outlet “There’s only three of us.” We were too small a group to confuse a predator. But I couldn’t think of any other strategy to try. All the predator-prey studies I had ever read began to play back in my head. Those studies agreed on one thing. Whether you modeled warrior ants or Serengeti lions, the studies confirmed one major dynamic: left to their own devices, predators would kill all the prey until none remained—unless there was cheap uggs online a prey refuge. In real life the prey refuge might be a nest in a tree, or an underground den, or a deep pool in a river. If the prey had a refuge, they’d survive. Without a refuge, the predators would kill them all.
     “I think we’re fucked,” Charley said.
     We needed a refuge. The swarm was bearing down on us. I could almost feel the pinpricks on my skin, and taste the uggs discount dry ashen taste in my mouth. We had to find some kind of shelter before the swarm reached us. I turned full circle, looking in all directions, but there was nothing I could see, except—
     “Are the cars locked?”
     My headset crackled. “No, they shouldn’t be.”
     We turned and ran.
     The nearest car was a blue Ford sedan. I opened the driver’s door, and Mae opened the passenger side. The swarm was right behind us. discount uggs for women I could hear the thrumming sound as I slammed the door shut, as Mae slammed hers. Charley, still holding the Windex spray, was trying to open the rear passenger door, but it was locked. Mae twisted in the seat to unlock the door, but Charley had already turned to the next car, a Land Cruiser, and climbed inside. And slammed the door.
     “Yow!” he said. “Fucking hot!”
     “I know,” I said. The inside uggs discount of the car was like an oven. Mae and I were both sweating. The swarm rushed toward us, and swirled over the front windshield, pulsating, shifting back and forth.
     Over the headset, a panicked Ricky said, “Guys? Where are you? Guys?”
     “We’re in the cars.”
     “Which cars?”
     “What fucking difference does it make?” Charley said. “We’re in two of the fucking cars, Ricky.”