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my life was slightly in danger, was a
visit to Six Flags in California. I rode a coaster called the Goliath and I
screamed until my voice went hoarse. I am sheltered, pampered and soft. I am
not used to seeing skinless humans eating other near skinless humans.
    As
I speed down the road I witness unbelievable violence and destruction. A blue
sedan drives head on into a gas station and it explodes into a fireball. A
nasty pack of infected humans tear the arm off an old woman. A pickup pops up
onto the sidewalk and takes out a family trying to get into a clothing store. A
torso crawls out into the street; its intestines and spine dangle from its
severed waist. A man stands in the street with a rifle, opening fire on
anything that moves. He must not hear anything because he is obliterated by a
Portland City dump truck. A live human runs across the street while he is on
fire. An infected digs into a baby stroller. The worst, the worst is the people
falling. People are falling from the high-rise buildings on my left and right.
It is raining bodies. I can’t tell if they are infected before they hit the
ground. They could be committing suicide. Jumping to avoid changing into one of
them. Jumping because they think they might make it. Jumping because they think
this world is over. Who knows, all I know is a person should not have to see
this kind of gore. One of the jumpers lands on the road right in front of us
and my car goes over what is left of the body. It sounds and feels like I hit a
speed bump at fifty miles an hour.
    “What
the hell was that?!” Sam can’t see five feet in front of us.
    “It
was a person! They’re jumping from the buildings!”
    “Why?” 
    “I
don’t know!” I yell at him.
    I
finally get past the high-rises. There are no more bodies falling to the
ground.
    “Here,”
Devon hands Sam’s glasses to him. They have a good amount of duct tape on them.
Now Sam really looks like a nerd. I turn away from the road and look at Sam.
The glasses should work and he even gives me a smile. I can’t imagine all of
this and not being able to see on top of that. I would go nuts. My head is
still out the window so I can see. I know I should not have looked at Sam. I
don’t know why I needed to see how bad he would look now with half a roll of
duct tape on his glasses, but I did. At the same time Sam’s giving me a smile
for his fixed specs, a large van hits us on the passenger side. Everything goes
black.
     
    I
wake up to Devon screaming. My neck hurts like hell. I might be seriously
injured. My head was still out the window when we got hit. Even louder than
Devon, the van’s horn is blasting. The driver must be laying on it dead. I get
my eyes open. My side of the car is smashed up against a brick wall. I think it
is the post office, I can’t see from here. The passenger’s side is caved in. I
look back to see what the hell Devon is carrying on about and my neck can
barely turn to look. Devon has his back up against his window. His leg is up in
the air with his boot against Tracy’s face. She has a large chunk of metal
through her chest and is covered in blood. She must have bled out while I was
knocked unconscious. She has turned and is trying her best to get a bite out of
Devon. Sam’s glasses have been knocked off again and his eyes are closed. Blood
pours out the back of his head.
    “Sam!”
I yell.
    “Get
me out of here!” Devon panics.
    Tracy
pushes on his leg and his foot almost slips off her face but he readjusts and
gives her cheek another good kick back against the grill of the van. I look
back at Sam and his eyes are open. He bares his teeth. His eyes are black. He
is gone. Before I say anything his arms reach out for me. His safety belt is
the only thing that saves me; it is caught around his neck. When he lurches
forward it stops his progress and gives me the second I need. I grab Sam by the
throat. He is stronger now than before. I have a hard time keeping a grip on
him.
    “Sam,
stop