No one expects to leave this place alive. The Friendly Haven Assisted Living Center is supposed to be the last stop-a quiet, comfortable place to die. But death is not what the monsters outside are offering. The tarbabies will get in eventually. They always do. Keeping those shambling bags of slime from oozing through the countless cracks and seams infesting this place would require more vigilance than we can muster. The residents of Friendly Haven...