Dead In The Middle (Rewritting)

Chapter 5.2

I walked toward the car that had swerved and blocked the other side of the road while Meek went to get Pam's car keys from Fred. Once I reached the car, I knocked on the window and waited for them to respond. 

Their boney body shook as their blue eyes were fixated on the road in front of them and short black hair went wild, some parts of it stood up while others pointed in different directions or were in clumps.

A short amount of time had passed but it began to worry me that they hadn't moved. I started knocking on the window frantically, hoping they would show some sign of being fine.

"Everything alright over there?" Meek called out after he moved Pam's car and the traffic slowly started flowing again.
I inspected their green clothes through the glass, "They aren't answering!" I looked toward Meek to see him shake his head. "I might need to break the window."

When I looked back to the window, they were staring at me with exhausted eyes. I weakly smiled at them, confused on what else to do. 

They slowly rolled down the window and stuck their head out, "Do you need something?" 

I raised my eyebrows and looked around. Do they not see this giant mess?

"I just wanted to check if you were okay. I don't know if you can tell but there was a car accident," I explained, pointing toward Meek's wrecked car.

They looked around also and nodded, "Oh. I'm fine, I think. Where am I exactly?"

"You're in the middle of the road. Are you able move? Let's get you out of the car so we can check you. You might be hurt," I stepped to the side of the door waiting for them to open it but they oddly didn't.

"I'm fine," they snapped. "I'll go, I'll go. Which way is the prison?"

I stared at them with confusion and stayed quiet before answering, "The what?"

"The prison! Do you not know what that is?" Their arms failed in the air.

"We don't have that here. Remember?" I asked slowly.

"Remember what?" 

"We're in purgatory, we don't need a prison."

"I know that. Why are you telling me this?"

"Y-you asked?"

"I asked for the prison?"

"Yes."

They quickly looked around with a frightened look, "I-I need to go. Thank you for the help." Without another word, they started the car and sped off, leaving me in the middle of the road confused.

That was.. something.

I shook my head and headed back to the group.

"All good?" Meek asked once I neared them.

"I think so? They seemed confused." I told him what happened and he was just as lost as me.

"A prison? Where have they been for the past couple years?"

We tended to Dontae as best we could while we waited for Becca and Jen to get to us. He attempted to sew his own wound close and ended up doing to loosely as he explained what happened before the crash.

"She started swerving and then said that she couldn't make it. She passed out and hit her head on the steering wheel before we hit the building. Meek tried to stand to grab the wheel but I held him down so he wouldn't go flying," Dontae wrapped his arm around Meek's waist and kissed his forehead. "I don't know what I would do if you got hurt also." He mumbled into his skin.