Clem's down as low as she can go, fingers digging in to the padded back of the front passengers seat.

It's tall, tall and pale. Not like a Walker, it moves too easily, passing through the fog like a ghost. It's circling the car, like it's trying to catch a scent. But...

She reaches ever so carefully over to Ellie, tugging her coat lightly to get her attention and then pointing silently to the monster and then to her eyes, shaking her head.

It doesn't have any eyes. It didn't even seem to have a face.