Part 2
I tried to make sense of what was happening, a leftover from Dylan I guess.
Alright, Jayne, run through the facts: Corpses were walking. Check.
Dylan was dead. Twice. Check.
Cam, of all people, had been the one who saved me. Check.
And to top it all off, a girl from Australia, who I'd only ever met on the internet, was sitting next to me in a car that was speeding up a suspiciously car free I-4.
Triple Check.
"So, who's the Aussie?" Tim asked, trying to break the silence. I tried to talk, but all that came out was a puff of air. Apparently picking up on my inability speak, Claire took the initiative and spoke.
"My name's Claire, I know Jayne through RAF." She said, automatically assuming that they knew what RAF was. Which they did, but still.
"Ah, that Claire. What brings you to the States? You know, besides our nifty zombie invasion." Rachel said. I wanted to be upset that she was making light of of the situation, but dammit if I didn't laugh a little. In fact everyone laughed a bit, a nervous and tired sort of laughter, but still.
"Well, I was on a trip to Miami and had an hour long stop over at Clearwater International. Then all of a sudden people started acting weird, and I found myself locked in a cupboard while Zed heads banged on the door. Something distracted them don't know what, but I took the chance and started running. Then you smashed into the ones chasing me and now I'm here." She said with a shrug. She looked at me. "I'm sorry I thought you didn't exist." She sounded like a little kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
"Yeah, well, it's okay. I just wonder how-"
*THWUNK*
"What just-" I said
"Roughhhh" I spun and found myself staring right at a groaning snapping mouth that had once belonged to a teenaged girl, probably my age. In life she had probably been pretty, what with those big dark blue eyes. But now she wasn't much more than a severed torso pinned between the windshield and the car's spoiler.
A severed torso that was banging on the window.
I watched in horror as a small crack formed where she was banging.
"Oh my God! Cam! She's cracking the window!" I heard Tim say. I couldn't turn away, my eyes were locked with the girl's. I was going to die. There was no way I was going to die in this damn-
*pop*
One of those big blue eyes was gone, as was a small circular section of the back windshield. Distantly I was aware of a burning sensation in my left ear. I put my hand to it an felt something warm and wet. I looked at my hand to see blood. I turned to see Rachel with a gun in her hands.
"You shot me..."
"Couldn't get a clear shot."
"You shot me!" I yelled, I was about to completely go off on her when suddenly my mind finally processed something I'd noticed earlier. "The road is empty." I said. I felt odd stares from everyone in the car. I took off my sock and wrapped it around my head, trying to stop the bleeding.
"What are you on about?" Claire asked.
"I-4, East Bay, 19, even 275. All of them were empty while we drove through." I said. Still Claire and Tim stared, Cam had to focus on driving, but Rachel got it.
"It's like no one even tried to get out." She said. That's why she was the second best in our class.
"So, what exactly does that mean?" Tim asked.
"It means that the entire state, maybe even the entire world, is a crime scene." I said.
((Why did no one try to get away? Is it just a coincidence that Claire was only blocks away? Does this sock make my head look big? Find out next time!))
Post Merged: April 06, 2010, 04:12:37 PM
((I've decided to try and continue this fic, unlike most of my others I actually had a plan for it.))
Part 3
"It's not possible." Tim said.
"And yet..." Cam replied.
After I realized ther were no signs of fleeing masses I had told Cam to head for the one place where I knew there would be people. But the Magic Kingdom was empty. No people, no zombies. Nothing at all. Tim was right, it shouldn't be possible.
"Maybe they were closed when it happened." Claire added as she stared up at Cinderella's Castle.
"Even if they were people still would have run here." Rachel said. "People looking for somewhere they felt was safe."
A pair of mouse ears blew in the breeze and landed at my feet and I knelt down to get them. I turned them in my hands and saw it was one of the ones with name's written on it.
It said Sarah.
"Creepy."
"What?" Cam asked. I showed him the hat.
"All the shops are locked up tight, there's no sign that anyone's even been here, and yet there's a mouse ear hat just out in the open that has my name on it." I said.
"You're right, that is creepy, but I'll do you one better." Rachel said. We all looked over to see her holding a cell phone. She walked over and handed it to me. "Look at the date."
Confused, I looked down at the screen and my blood ran cold.
"That can't be right." I said. "Maybe the phone's set wrong."
"If it is, then so is my pda." Rachel said.
"What is it?" Cam asked.
"What's the date today?" I asked.
"April 10th, why?"
"Because according to this, it's April 3rd." It didn't make sense, we all remembered it should be April 10th and yet according to every other calender we found staed that it was April 3rd. The five of us stood there in confused silence for awhile.
Then the phone rang. Without a second thought I aswered it.
"Hello?"
"Hello Sarah-Jayne. It's good to finally meet you."
