Tyler gasped. He woke up, his head on the steering wheel. His windshield was shattered, and car after car lay on the road. His Ford F-150 was on the highway to Boston for business issues. 'Damn.. what happened?' Tyler thought to himself. Something gurgling could be hear nearby. He groaned. He tried to force his door open, but he was just too weak. He sat in his seat, his arm aching. He looked outside, it looked to be afternoon. He crawled over to the other passenger door. 'Where is everybody?' He wondered. He grabbed his gun from the glove compartment. He easily pushed the door open, and fell out onto the street. The noise got louder. Tyler got up, leaning against the truck.
"God damn it... my truck." He complained to himself, seeing the front of his car destroyed, and rear ended.
"Is anybody out here?" No reply.
He walked to the car over, seeing if anyone was inside. Nobody, so he went on. He looked inside the next two cars down. Also nobody. All the car doors were open on every car. The gurgling, awful noise was at its loudest. He limped over to a minivan. A foot stuck out in the door. He rolled open the door. A mangled man, missing a leg, groaning and thrusting its arms, lay on the minivan floor. Tyler flew back, in horror.
"Help!"
Tyler reached out to help the man. The man continued to thrash. It grabbed his arm, trying to pull it towards its mouth, with a biting motion. He jerked his arm back, wrestling it free. He dropped his gun, landing on the insane man. He ran down the road, yelling for help. |