The Last of Us

Escaping hell

Everyone's gaze shifted to the McLaren driver, Charles waited for Daniel to tell them. He could tell that the man was still somehow wearing his famous smile. Nothing really could break this guy, could it? Carlos could tell that some of the others already felt defeated. Also, where the hell had those two Haas workers gone? There was no point saving them if they needed help. The Spaniard blinked, escaping his own thoughts as he let out a small 'hm?' before Daniel explained again.
"Okay, so, we wait for the horde that was in the North East to leave. I'm sure something will disturb them and cause them to leave, or they'll get bored. Seb and I can keep an eye out, patrolling, whilst you guys rest. When it is time to go we'll tell you. We go across the track and hop the fence over there! Then we are out, and I don't think zombies can jump over fences so we don't have to worry!" The Aussie smiled, putting him helmet back on and grinning slightly. Surely the military would arrive and killing all of the zombies so it doesn't spread any further than Silverstone. There would be a lot of dead drivers though. And cleaning up the bodies seems like a hard job... though he was sure scientists would love to investigate further. Thinking of this forced him to stifle a laugh before he glanced up at his friends, "Okay. Go to sleep then! Me and Seb can keep our eyes peeled!" Daniel placed his hands on his hips confidently. Seb watched through the right window and Danny watched through the left one. His eyes began to ache as he stared out at the zombies, silently hoping they couldn't and wouldn't see them. Whilst the others were sleeping, Daniel began to dance and Seb laughed along. It felt like a movie, it was so unreal he wondered if this was all some sick prank. But he had knocked off George's head and that seemed very, very real. You know... the blood oozing out and the limbs twitching before his body fell limp... Guilt washed over him and he bit his tongue. He had killed his friend. Shaking, he had noticed the horde were leaving now and woke the others up, seeming very pale.

Carlos slowly blinked open his eyes, a groan escaping his soft lips as he heaved himself up to meet the Aussie's gaze. He seemed shaken up.
"You look pale and shaken up, Danny, are you alright?" The man asked, looking to Max who had noticed too and glanced over whilst Charles, Pierre, Lewis and Lando paid no attention and just mentally prepared themselves for this. Seb had checked over Daniel too but the guy denied everything and just insisted they go before it is too late. They could do nothing but agree with him.

Daniel gripped his crowbar and beckoned for them to follow him.
"3... 2... 1... sprint!" He chanted, unlocking the door and opening it as he bolted towards the track and watched the others follow him. Seb passed him and jumped the fence first, he followed and was second over it. The other drivers were not far behind but the zombies had heard and were making their way over. Surprisingly, they weren't slow like they were in movies, they seemed to run toward them.
"LANDO! QUICK!!!" Daniel helplessly called, reaching his hands out to help heave the boy over. The zombies were gaining on him. Max jumped over and so did Pierre. Now everyone but Lando were over.
"GRAB MY HAND LAN!" He begged, almost climbing back over to save him. Finally, he felt his team mate's grab his hand and he was flung over the fence. A sob escaped the Brit who had almost lost his life. Some of the zombies were trying to stack up to climb over. Daniel recognised one of them. It was no other but Fernando Alonso. Staring at the Alpine driver, a sorrowful look gleamed in his eyes. Clenching his fists, he looked at Lewis and Seb. They had escaped for now... all they could do was hope some others had done the same... they needed to find somewhere to go now.