" Uncle Tommy, can you turn on the radio?" I asked.
" Sure thing." Uncle Tommy said as he turned right.
Silence
" No cell phone. No radio. Yeah, were doin' great." Dad said.
Then, Quilla started balling again.
" It's OK, Quill, it's OK," I said, as I held her in my arms, patting her middle back.
" Did something happen?" Dad whispered. " She's a mess."
Uncle Tommy didn't see anything.
" Tommy," Dad said, in a demanding tone. " What did she see?!"
" A dead body," Uncle Tommy admitted. " Jason Black."
I squeezed her a little more.
" Tommy..." Dad started.
" I know Joel." Uncle Tommy finished.
Silence...
" A minute ago, the newsman wouldn't shut up." Uncle Tommy said, breaking the silence he had created.
" He says where to go?" Dad asked.
" He said that the Army's puttin' up roadblocks on the highway," Uncle Tommy said as the jeep came to a stop. " No getting' into Travis County."
" That means we need to get the hell out," Dad said. " Take-"
" 71, that's where I'm headed." Uncle Tommy said, then turned.
We passed a couple and their kid on the road, and Uncle Tommy wanted to stop, but Dad talked him out of it, and we kept driving.
We came to a stop because of really bad traffic a few yards away from the couple and the kid.
A man asked what was going on, and soon after, he started getting mauled by a guy in a hospital gown.
Uncle Tommy started freaking out, and finally, Dad got him to snap out of it, turned around, and nearly ran into a crowd of people running away.
It cleared in a few seconds, and as soon as we started to try to pick up speed, a car hit us.
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Not The Last Of Us
Acción(After the 20-year time skip) Name: Quilla Miller Age: 28 Died hair: Yes Hair Color: Blueberry Blue Hair Length: Long Hair Style: Slightly Curly ( put up in a high ponytail) Highlights: Cherry Red Location: 2 in front, 2 on the side, and 2...
