The barn was filled with men and women. Salena recognized some of the joggers she'd seen. They were all just standing there in line. As Salena watched, another jogger came through the door. She walked to the rear of the line. A jogger at the other end walked to the door, then loped out. As each jogger returned, another left. This continued until the sun began to set. Then, as the rest came in, nobody else went out to replace them. By dark, they were all inside, standing motionless. The last jogger to return was a man wit red jogging shorts and a white T-Shirt. He walked up and down the line once, as if he was in charge, and then took his place in the back. Salena crept quietly around to the front of the barn. She found a stick and slid it through the handles on the double doors, locking them closed.
