"Why the hell is this happening to me?" she said zipping up a purple duffel bag. The girl took the back and put it into a taco truck. She moved a tank of gas so she can fit her bag in the trunk. The girl was wearing a purple shirt with short blue jeans that reach up to half of her thigh and black leather boots. She was pretty small and 14 years of age. She had brown hair with blonde highlights and brown eyes. She closed the back of the ice cream truck and looked around with her hands to her hips. "I guess that's it." She walked up to the drivers seat and climes in. She turned the keys and the truck turned on. She put it into drive, then looked back at the hotel behind her. She was looking at the door she and her mother was staying at, with her mother banging on the door, wanting to rip her daughter apart. The girl sighed and wiped a tear. She was relieved that she made it out alive, but upset that her mother was sick. She looked away and gripped the wheel. "I have to go back home, I have to."
The girl looked to the passenger side where her black purse was and grabbed it. She opened it and pulled out some make-up and started to apply it. When she finished she fixed her hair and started to drive the truck out of the parking lot. The streets were dangerous. Some bodies laid on the ground and cars were scattered all over.
The girl drove for about 25 minutes, avoiding the obstacles and accidently running a body over. "Omigod, sorry!" She made it. She looked up at the sign inform of her. ¡Adios! Estás saliendo de México. "Welp, it was fun while it lasted." The girl said, taking a bite out of a taco she made before she left. The lettuce was a little welted and the meat and cheese were cold because she keeps them in the ice . The salsa was at room temperature. She didn't mind that her taco was cold, though.
The girl drove the truck to where the border between Mexico and the U.S.A. was, but in front of her was a bunch of cars. "God dammit." The girl said, backing up the truck, but when she did this the truck's backup siren sounded. She cursed under her breath and looked in back to the front and waited for something to happen. Her breathing acceded and so did her heart rate. Her ears where pounding, looking around the dessert terrain. She swallowed. Nothing had happened. She laughed a little, but then she saw something, a grown-up.
It was a border patrol officer, his M-16 was still hanging around his shoulders. The grown up noticed the truck and his tongue dripping with saliva. The grown-up jumped of the tower and landed on his front side. The grown-up frowned with pain, but got up. It broke it's nose, but it didn't seem to mind.
The girl was in a state of shock, then she screamed. She started to back up the taco truck, looking all around for somewhere else to go. She then noticed more grown-ups who where border patrol officers coming out of their hiding places. The girl still didn't know what to do. There seemed to be about 20 of them.
The grown-ups ran at the truck. They started to bang on the truck and the girl was still screaming. The girl tried to drive the ice cream truck through the dessert terrain, but a grown-up had jumped up in the front of the truck and started to bang on the windshield. The girl screamed and jumped from in seat. "Please leave me alone!" She screamed. She honked the horn, hoping that someone would hear her, but stopped, realizing she would attract more of the grown-ups. She tried to drive forward again, but she ran over some of the grown-ups and the taco truck got stuck. The truck was a two-wheel drive. The bodies she ran over lifted the back a bit and the truck didn't move. "Come on! Move!" She screamed. The truck didn't move, she was trapped. No one was there to help her. She screamed as the rest of the many grown-ups were banging on the front side of the truck and the girl climes to the back. She had no weapons. She didn't know what to do. "Someone, please help me." She whimpered.
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He had heard it. He was eating a can of beans when he heard a siren, then a honk. He was in a house near the Mexican and United States border. He put the can and for down and picked up his double-barrel shotgun and machete. The shotgun had a strap on it, so he slung it on. He jumped over the grown-up he had killed earlier and ran outside, looking in the direction on the noise. Someone was there. He started to run towards the noise.
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