The Next Life (A Youtuber Fanfic)

Chapter 8- Carpool of Joy

Bri's P.O.V.

        "WOOOOO CARPOOL!" Sean shouted in an attempt to bring up the mood.

        Luckily, Jerome owns a giant 12-seater van that'll fit all of us so we can look for Mark and Dani. Jerome was driving, I sat in the passenger seat, Adam and Mitch sat in the bench-seat behind them, Ivy, Raven, and Amster sat in the seat behind us, and Sean, Jordan, and Toby sat in the very back. We had all packed a crapton of our belongings and Jerome had made sure we brought a cooler full of food.

        "Get on I-75, Bacca. Road trip," I said, trying to sound kind of happy.

        "Mkay."

        Right when we got onto Interstate-75, Jordan pointed out that there was an accident. Then Mitch said he wanted to see it, so we continued and were stuck in traffic for 15 minutes. There was blood everywhere. A huge van sat in a ditch, and there was a big body bag with holes, though filled with nothing. Shards of something metal lay everywhere, like a phone had shattered.

        I wondered what had happened. An ambulance was there, but it looked out-of-the-way and unuseful in this situation. A police car was parked far from the van, but four policemen were holding down a huge man on the hood of the car. The man was struggling, but then he broke from the policemen's grips and ran. The cops shot tazers, but it had no effect on the man. He actually jumped our hood, and when he did, I recognized his face.

        It was Mark.

        He had a grin slapped on his face, but his eyebrows were furrowed evilly. His scraggly beard was bloody from a gash across his face to the point where his teeth were red as well. I screamed and nearly had a heart attack. The rest of my friends screamed as well.

        "HOLY S***!" Sean screamed.

        Jerome had a panic attack and swerved to the right (we were in the righthand lane) and drove into the ditch on that side. This ditch, though, was a fifteen foot drop. Mark was stuck to the windsheild. Right when I thought we would've crashed into the bottom and died, I found that the vehicle was stopped and in the right position.

        As I looked out the window slowly, I found a sign that read 'Amsterville, 3 miles.'

        "What the f***...?" Sean remarked, breaking the painstaking silence.

        Sean was always the one to break the silence. Jerome stared at the steering wheel, eyes wide open. He slowly pressed on the gas and the van moved, but we heard an earsplitting screech from under the tires. I got out and stood on the road, looking at what had made the noise.

        Mark lay under the huge tires, bleeding everywhere now. One of his arms was at the bottom of the 'Amsterville' sign. I screamed, falling to the ground, tearing at my hair. Mark's eyes were dark pits, and his mouth was so red with blood that it was black.

        "S***! S*** S*** S***!" I shrieked.

        Jerome got out and saw Mark, and then threw up in the lefthand side ditch.

        "MARK!" I heard Sean scream from the van.

        Sobs and cries came from the van, from my terrified friends.