nothing to protect yourself with?” I know she has already thought of this question, but I have to ask. I really don’t want to leave her behind knowing she might die alone.
“I really don’t know, but I can’t just leave not knowing if she’s ok.”
I nod my head and keep walking. I can only imagine how scared she must feel right now. If I was in her shoes I would wait too.
The closer we get to the depot, my stomach is in knots, my throat is dry, and my toes are aching. I don’t know what to expect, but I’m terrified and just want to get this over with.
“shhh” Mathew hushes us and kneels to the ground. Kat and I look at each other and kneel down to the ground next to Mathew.
Then I hear it, screams, lots and lots of screams. We are about half a mile from the depot and the smell, that god awful smell of rotting flesh, it’s hovering in the air; it makes it so hard to breath. The smell is making my stomach twist and I feel like I want to heave up what is left of my coffee and cinnamon roll.
“We need to move fast and quiet. When I tell you guys to run, run like hell. Do you understand?” Mathew says to us with a look in his eyes that scares me more than the screaming does.
I guess all this military training Mathew has had will come in handy. He’s so alert and ready for anything I wish I could share his preparedness.
We walk slowly and as quiet as a mouse towards the depot. My eyes are gigantic and my jaw drops open as I scan the scenery in front of us. What’s in front of us makes what happen back at the train look like a walk in the park.
I see people scattered around the parking lot, running around panicked and terrified, trying to find a safe place to hide, screams feel the air around us.
I see other people jumping into their cars and speed away. A white car that was park near ours starts to pull out of a parking space and almost hits a man that was being chased by a woman, whose clothes are stained with blood.
The white car pulls out of the parking space and picks up speed. A blonde Women jumps in front of the car and starts to swing her hands around rapidly.
She starts to yell for the driver to stop
“Why won’t she move? Doesn’t she see the car coming at her? Why won’t she move? Oh my god!”I scream, scared and confused, I can’t take my eyes off of the scene in front of us.
The car doesn’t slow down and runs straight into the woman. The windshield gets a big spider crack throughout the middle of it. “STOP! STOP! STOP!” She screams at the driver, she holds on to the car the best that she can. The car ignores her pleads and picks up speed. She slides off of the hood of the car, falling face first to the ground and rolls several times.
The white car speed off not caring they just hit the poor helpless women and left her for dead. Blood is covering the hood of the car the windshield is cracked, where the car ran into the women. Mathew turns away from the scene and screams for us to run.
Running as fast as I can, to the safety of our hotel room. I run across the train tracks that our train crossed over, just hours earlier and we go straight to our hotel room. I didn’t look anywhere else but at the back of Mathew’s head. Afraid if I look elsewhere I would lose him. I’m not so sure if I really want to see any more of the kayos around us.
Running past the parking lot I see the women that got hit on the floor, she starts screaming “HELP ME! HELP ME! PLEASE!” as we pass her. She stops screaming for a split second to cough up blood and then she