Um, we need help down here

The beginning of the end

Resting my feet on the dashboard relaxes me after a tiresome day. The mall carries everyone's burden as they go to and from their designated places. My partner sighed beside me as we ate our sub sandwiches. The difference is uncanny, as the meat from his sandwich lingers in the air while my veggies create a crisper, cleaner atmosphere.

That is one of the many differences we have. Knowing this will be our last meal, considering that we just broke up. The meal tasted like ash in my mouth, the once comforting food turning into an unpleasant memory, but shit happens. What doesn't happen is what happens next.
We never saw it coming; an alarm blared violently, but it was short-lived. No one knew that was a warning to get inside and hide. No one knew the movies we watched to fulfill our horror fetishes or for a quick laugh were a piece of the truth we live in today. I saw a pale-skinned woman in her sky blue shirt and dark denim hit the lock on her car doors, her blonde hair resting lightly on her shoulder as her car made a purr announcing its start-up. But something was moving erratically towards her before she could get inside and settle. The car I sit in is right across but dark to any unforeseen predators. The tints on the car protect us from harm. Curious, I watched what was considered a thing turned into a person and continued towards her like a moth to a flame. As I prepare to roll down my window to warn the woman, the person jumps on her, and the lesions on their skin come into view, tearing into her flesh as she fights and screams. My curiosity quickly turned into terror, the contents in my stomach returning for a grand finale.

"What the fuck is that" My ex-partner calls, eyes never leaving the woman, whose shirt is now a darker blue, darkened with her blood. Her screams matched the intensity of the predator's vicious teeth.

Reaching to put the car in drive, I feel my ex-partner smack my hands out of the way. Grunting in frustration, I scream the words.

"Drive, drive, fucking DRIVE!!!!"

"We can't leave that woman!" He pleas.

I scream in frustration, remembering why we were going our separate ways in the first place.
"YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT! SHE'S DEAD!"
I can see the wheels in his head turning, and the lightbulb, even though heavily dimmed, finally turns on. His expression reminded me of puppies. His bottom lip quivers as he looks at the woman again.

"But," his eyes teary.

"LISTEN TO ME! SHE DEAD, AND IF YOU DON'T MOVE THIS FUCKING CAR, WE WILL BE TOO!"

My ex-partner peels out of the mall parking garage, driving straight through the automatic gate arm on the toll booth. The sight inside was nothing compared to what was happening outside. There were creatures like the one that attacked the woman everywhere. I could feel the bile rise in my throat once again as fear gripped me in its claws.

"You better not fucking throw up in this car again."

I ignored him as we turned down a deserted road. The lone television screen that somebody had long abandoned turned on.

"Stop; I need to see if someone will explain all this."

Checking to see if any weird creatures are in sight, my ex-partner stops the car, and I edge closer to the television. I looked behind the TV to see no connection to a power source. At first, all you see is static, the black and white screen moving erratically with no clear direction. Then, a man comes into view, and we recognize him immediately.

"That looks like the president." My ex-partner stated the obvious.

"Oh wow, did you come up with that by yourself?"

The mayor started talking before we could get in-depth with our argument.

"Hello citizens, if you are alive, this message is for you. I want to provide you with some much-needed clarity."

I recheck my surroundings and close the distance to hear more clearly.

"We have released a virus to turn people into these creatures you see today. I am not supposed to reveal this information, but they are going to kill me anyway. This experiment is for population control; you can live in the new world if you can survive the three waves of viruses they release. You may never see me after this message, but God bless America."

After that sentence, we can see the gun before the president can. I screamed for him to see the weapon, knowing there was no saving him. His brain paints the camera lens as his head and body slump forward. The television going dark once again. 

I look over at my ex-partner and think.  I'm never getting rid of this guy, am I?