Oblivion {n.h.}

Chapter 7.

In a flash of a moment the cars had started up their engines again and both of them were zooming down the long road we'd never exited.

It must be around six o clock, with the sun going down just above the horizon.

"Here." Carly points out the window, her teal eyes still shining in the sunset.

"This is where we were looking for food and supplies." She tells us, squeezing and leaning over Jackson and Alex.

The four of us have been constricted together in the back for a while, and I'm starting to get a little uneasy.

My gaze turns to look out the window to my left.

The place Carly and the four other girls were searching was compacted with as many walkers as I have seen in a while.

Luckily, the wired fence between the road and the shopping center was preventing them from getting to us.

"I sure as hell hope they made it out." Her voice trails off as pure doubt and sadness fills her eyes.

"The car isn't here so I think they did." Niall sits back in his seat and everyone remains in silence.

"I'm sure they did," Jackson nods at her "we'll find out soon." My brother sets his hand on hers in order to comfort the girl, which seems to have worked.

She shakes her head and for a second I thought a tear was going to escape from her emerald eyes, but it doesn't.

The drive was silent for a while besides the occasional boring small talk or joke from Jackson, the indie album playing before had ended ages ago and everyone must be getting tired by now; including Luke.

We were going over a bridge over another road below, an unseen herd of walkers blocking the way.

"Luke, you ready to switch out yet?" Niall asks the older man, leaning over in order to see his eyes and the boredom that drearily swam inside of them.

"I'm good kid." Luke sits up and rubs a hand over his eyes for a quick moment, but not quick enough to keep his gaze on the road.

"LUCAS WATCH OU-" Niall screams before the car swerves to the side of the road, and fear fills my gut as the world behind the car windows become a blur.

Luke spins the car around just before it goes off of the bridge and onto the highway below it, but only to ram the vehicle into an old oak tree.

The meeting of glass and the skin of my face was like the greeting of ocean waves to a beach, and my hands fly up to protect it; which doesn't work very well.

My seatbelt holds me in place and the sound of moans and hungry grunts for flesh is all that is to be heard, blackness.

Eyes closed and unaware of where I am, my hearing clogged and fading.

Opening my eyes, my vision is blurred for a few seconds or so.

The sounds of Niall's and Alex's grunts and commands from Carly suddenly become clear to my brain, and I stick both hands out to the side, touching both the seat in front of me, and glass covered road beneath me.

"Wha-?" I grunt before Niall looks down at me and reaches for my hand.

The car is on its side, my arm cut and resting on the cold road.

I gaze to my side to see Jackson, visibly alive, but unresponsive in his seat.

His neck hangs far to the left and his deadweight body is only to be held by his seatbelt.

"Get your brother and your gun, we have to get out of here." Niall commands before Alex takes the bud of his shotgun and hands it up to Niall through the broken window.

Unbuckling Jackson, gunshots can be heard along with yells and calls, seeming to be the group from the other truck.

Jackson's body is freed and I hand the heavy boy over to Alex, who consciously holds him in his arms.

"Let's push Danielle out first, then Jackson, then Carly." Alex orders Niall as he cautiously looks out the back windshield at a walker slamming his face into the glass.

Niall nods, and I grab both their hands before pushing myself out.

As I stand on top of the toppled car, I feel as if the world is spinning. I can see Joshua, Steven, and Emily slicing and shooting at the dozens of walkers surrounding the scene.

Their truck is still intact, not seeming to have any damage at all.

Jackson is handed up towards me and I get down on my knees to pull the heavy boy up, getting him all of the way to safety before a clammy, yet strong hand grabs the ankle of my boot and tugs aggressively.

My legs is pulled out beneath me and my chest hits the side of the car forcefully, a painful shot of pain struck like lightning through my wounded arm.

I turn to see a woman with blue eyes, surrounded by a redness of bloodshot, and a torn apart cheek.

Her exposed teeth are chomping and crave the flesh of my bones, only munching on the leather of my boot.

With a grunt I reach to pull out my machete in order to finish the dead woman, before she was shot in the back of the head.

I look up to see Steven, giving me an intense stare before he continues defending the other group.

Mentally thanking Steven, I push Jackson to the side and the amount of rotting killers seem to be decreasing quickly.

Carly was quickly handed up to me and she immediately starts to fire at the walking dead. Alex is pushed up lastly, a lot easier to be helped than my dead-weight brother.

The world is getting quiet as the moans of people die out and fall to the ground, allowing my breathing to stop, and only begin to notice that one person was missing.