Dead and Grey *dark*

Clueless

     There's nothing wrong with a little bit of violence.

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It's weird not listening to music in the car, or driving with the windows down. Awkward silence takes up most of the space between the three of us. I avoid looking at my window that's now covered in blood. Instead, I glare at Sergeant Macks. A stupid name. He doesn't return my eye contact, making me antsy and angry. Everything seems to be making me angry.

The drive is taking longer than I want. The football and baseball fields are about fifteen minutes from our small town. There's no room to put them next to the school, so the middle of the woods it is. What genius thought of that?

"We're almost there." Sam's voice comes out raspy, a side effect from all the screaming. She sounds hopeful though, making me relax slightly.

"This really isn't a good idea." The creep in the back speaks up again.

"No one asked you to come with us." I reluctantly reply, looking at him once again through the mirror. This time his icy gaze was staring straight back into my dark eyes. They almost glowed in the dim light. Quickly, I bring my eyes back to the road.

"Well, I'm not going to let two obviously psychotic little girls go running into a city of death." He lifts his hand into the air in defense. His cockiness rubs me the wrong way. He's the weirdo who hangs out in the woods at night.

"Just because you were in the army doesn't mean we need you to save us. We're not damsels in distress." I roll my eyes, hoping he would see it.

"Marines, and if you're asking me,"

"I'm not."

"You both look pretty distressed." He ends with a careless shrug as if it's obvious.

Before I can respond Sam beats me to it.

"City of death?" She asks, changing the subject. We both wait for a response.

"You have no idea. Where were you before this?" He asks. Genuinely confused.

"A football game," Sam responds for us. I don't appreciate her feeding into this conversation. I still don't know if I can trust this guy just because he was a marine, if he's even telling the truth.

Theo sighs and I hear him shift in his seat.

"I just saw the beginning of it. People were just running everywhere, and others were chasing them. But they're not people, they're... something else. They were eating them, ripping them apart, and slaughtering them."

My knuckles whiten against the steering wheel. This is happening in the city too, is it happening in town?

On the radio, there has to be someone who can tell us what's going on. Sam and I seem to be having the same thought as we both reach for the volume. Her hand reaches back as it touches mine, her fingers cold and shaky. I give her knee a quick, and hopefully comforting squeeze before turning the radio on.

"-ay in your homes, lock your doors. This is an emergency broadcast. State-wide lockdown is now in full effect. A highly contagious mutation of rabies has broken out. The CDC recommends quarantine and isolation. Help is on the way. Stay in your homes, lock your doors."

The recording begins to play again. Rabies? This is all because of rabies? I scoff in disbelief. There's no way this is happening. I turn the volume back down as the same man's voice drones on with the same message.

"They said help is on the way. Mom and dad had to have heard that. They're probably at home like I said. We can stay there and wait." Sam's voice shows a sliver of relief.