You hear those sirens all the time, and you never think anything of it. I never dreamed it could be my house.

You can hear the sirens, the horns going off ... We're going to go put our stuff on and get into the bunker.

When you hear sirens, that's all it takes to take something seriously.

Most people were asleep. They probably didn't hear the sirens.

As he pushed her by the shoulder toward the gate, the rising howl commenced. Nightmares had beome a science. Someone, a mere human, had taken the time to dream up this satanic howling. And what success! It was the sound of panic itself, mounting and straining toward the extinction they all knew, individually, to be theirs. It was a sound you were obliged to take personally.

They didn't have their sirens on or anything, but they were still chasing.