We walked along side the rode. We didn't know where we were going and we didn't care. We just needed to get away from there. From them.

As we walked, we thought about the ones who didn't make it. Our friends, families, anyone who tried to help us. They were all gone. Now stuck there on a different plane of existence.

We continued to walk. We were hungry, cold, thirsty, hurt, but most of all, scared. They were coming for us. But we didn't know when. Some of us were being carried on others backs. Too scared to keep going. Some craked and just ran from the group. Some came back, some didn't.

We heard a car up ahead, driving towards us. We stopped and stared up the road. As the car came into view, someone ran from the group...into the street.

The car hit them dead on. They were dead instantly. The car sat for a moment before speeding off again. I stared at the dead body. The rest of the group gave a heavy sigh and kept going. I soon followed.

But I couldn't shake the feeling that, no matter where we went or who we lost, we would all be gone soon.