Impregnable {A Walking Dead Fanfiction}

Three

    "What's happening!" I yelled as we sprinted down the stairwell. "I'll...tell you later...just get to the car." He said, gasping for air. I was struggling to keep up with his pace and falling behind, now wasn't the time to have this conversation. We made it to the ground floor and Cameron pushed open the door, sunlight poured into the dark stairwell. It was pandemonium. People rushed towards their cars holding screaming children and huge bags. Cars swerving out of the parking garage and trying to navigate the bumper-to-bumper traffic flooding the street. It wasn't like this forty minutes ago. We ran up a ramp towards Cameron's SUV, I barely had time to close the door before he had his key in the ignition and was backing out of the parking space. He revved the engine and we flew forward. "Hollie..." he said, his chest heaving, "I don't know anything, I just know what I saw on the news...and I saw...I saw something on my way home. I just need to get us out of here. Please don't expect me to answer any of your questions right now." He revved the engine again as we sped around a corner, down a level, and then rounded the last corner to the exit. We were met with a long line of cars, all angrily honking at each other. "Shit," Cameron said under his breath, looking around anxiously. We sat there for a moment before he whipped the wheel and hit the gas, driving over the median and into oncoming traffic. "Oh my God!" I screamed, holding on for dear life as he smashed through the parking garage's exit bar and onto the sidewalk. 

    He swerved around people and landscaping as we barreled down the sidewalk next to the bumper-to-bumper traffic. A few cars from the parking deck followed behind us. We came to an intersection that was completely boxed in by cars. Cameron slowed for a moment before turning to continue down the sidewalk. As we turned, the rear of the car scraped a building and made an awful sound, Cameron pushed harder on the accelerator and we kept moving forward. The sidewalk on this street was much more narrow and harder to navigate, but it was our only way out. Cameron came to a sudden stop, there was a man in the middle of the sidewalk. The few people we'd seen had been quick to rush out of our way, but he was just standing there. The car trailing us slammed on its brakes and laid on the horn. Cameron paused for a second before stepping on the accelerator, the engine roared. I screamed as we barreled towards the man, who just stared at us with a blank expression. Cameron pulled to the right, coming as close as possible to the curb. Please don't hit him. I watched as our side view mirror clipped the man's arm, and he was thrown out of view to the ground. I heard a loud bang, followed by the sound of the car behind us running over something heavy. "Did you just kill someone?" I sobbed. "Hollie, if you want to get out of here you need to stop asking questions." His voice sounded cold and soulless. I bent over and put my head in my hands, covering my ears with my thumbs. Anything to block out the world, anything to make it feel like I was anywhere but here. This isn't happening right now. 

    I stayed like that for a while, doing my best to block out everything. Lurching from side to side every so often when Cameron swerved. I'll be okay as long as we don't hit anything, or anyone else. We're gonna get out of here. I'm gonna find out what's going on. Everything's going to be okay. I didn't believe what I was thinking, but lying to myself helped. "Where are..." "Hollie, I said no questions." He said, cutting me off. "Please...just...where are we going? ... I won't ask anything else." There was a long pause, I assumed he was ignoring me again and let it go. "I-75 to Macon, Dad should know what to do." He said, staring through the windshield intently. "Thank you," I said, putting my head back in my hands. 

    Cameron was somehow able to navigate through the city and onto the less congested backroads. We drove for a while before coming to an overpass that overlooked I-75. Cameron slowed for a moment and scanned the highway. It was worse than downtown, absolute pandemonium. Cameron cursed under his breath and sped off.  We traveled through winding back roads for what seemed like forever before coming across an old gas station in the middle of nowhere and stopping to fill up. Cameron went inside to talk to the clerk while I waited anxiously in the car. He returned with two plastic gas cans and sat them next to the fuel pump. "I don't think the news has made out here yet." He said through the window before glancing over his shoulder.