A/N: We were driving a few weeks ago, and this first scene popped into my head. I wrote it when I got home and decided I would post it, and see what everyone thinks. If ya'll like it, I will continue, but it wont be my first priority when it comes to updating. I have two other stories in progress as well as a two year old story, im so close to finishing. So if you like this and want me to continue please REVIEW and give me your thoughts. And no. this is not a Jeca. It's a Bechloe. Also, if you want, please visit my tumblr, it's the same name. Kisskendrick. There I have a GoFundMe, and if you spread the word, that would be amazing. Thanks everyone.
Her breath came out in sharp gasps as her feet pounded against the gravel driveway. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, mixing with the blood that was dripping from somewhere on her head, over her face. Using the back of her hand she swiped it away as it came dangerously close to getting in her eyes. A broken sob escaped her lips, as she sped up, getting closer to the truck that would take her away from there. A set of keys were held tightly in her hand as she ran, wishing this dumb driveway wasn't so long. Her converse clad feet skidded the last few feet as she didn't dare slow down too soon. She grabbed the door handle to the truck and wretched the door open, throwing herself inside and slamming the door.
With shaking, fumbling fingers she struggled to separate the truck key from the others on the chain, before jamming it into the ignition and listening to the heavenly sound of it roaring to life. Putting into reverse she threw her arm over the back of the passenger seat and hit the gas, sending the large truck screeching down the driveway. Dirt and rocks flying from under the tires, and she expertly maneuvered it down the winding driveway before yanking it to the right and pulling out onto the road, putting it in drive before it even fully stopped and shooting down the darkening road. The sun was setting, but the overcast skies didn't allow the sunset to show, giving the early evening an even eerier feeling. One that, if she had thought about it, fit perfectly with the situation she was in.
She gripped the steering wheel, navigating the winding mountain road easily. 'Meet at the end of the road,' She whispered to herself. 'End of the road. End of the road,'
She let go of the wheel just long enough to wiper her eyes, feeling the stinging of the blood hitting them. She wasn't sure exactly where she was bleeding, but she knew it was somewhere on her head.
The end of the road, where she was headed was a dead end. One that could be reached from the house she just left, if you went through the woods, behind it. It took maybe five minutes, if you ran, to reach it. Longer if you walked. However, she knew walking was the last option.
She passed the yellow triangular sign, telling her the road was ending soon, and began scanning the trees, whispering under her breath. She slowed just enough to be able to jerk the wheel and turn the truck around in one try, not daring to put it in park. She rolled her window down, breathing labored as two blue, terrified eyes peered through the trees.
"Come on." She whispered. "Come on."
Then she saw him. She felt some air return to her lungs and she screamed. "Jesse, come on!" She reached out banging on the side of the truck. "Hurry!"
She could see the fear on his face, the dirt, the dark black eye. The blood. "Hurry!" She yelled again as his feet hit the gravel road and instead of circling the truck, he jumped over the side, into the bed of it. "Go, go, go!" he yelled, looking back at the trees in terror. He could see them.
She hit the gas and he fell backwards at the sudden jolt. He wouldn't tell her to slow down though. Not in a million years. If anything, he wanted her to go faster. He balanced himself as much as he could and made it to the back window of the truck and watched as she reached back and unlocked it so he could slide it open, the climb through.
By the time he plopped down into the passenger seat, closing and locking the window, his breathing was returning too normal. Looking next to him, he could see the dangerous amount of blood running down the side of her face. Her hair matted to her head. "Let me drive." He said reaching over to touch her arm and to his dismay she flinched away from him.
"It's okay, come on." He said gently, but she kept her eyes trained on the road, passing the driveway she had fled from. Continuing in the opposite direction.
"You're bleeding, you can't drive like this, I can take over." He said. She didn't slow down, if anything she sped up, setting her jaw.
He sighed. "Beca, you saved us. I know…I mean, I don't. I don't know what you are feeling, but I know you are scared. So am I. I don't know what is happening, but I do know that because of you, we are alive. You saved us, you saved me. And you are hurt. So please, pull the truck over, and let me drive."
He could see her lower lip tremble and she squeezed the wheel before he could feel the truck slowing down.
He thought she was going to stop, but she didn't. She slowed to about fifteen miles per hour, before looking at him and he understood. Throwing his leg over, he placed his foot over the gas and took the wheel. Together, she was able to move into the passenger seat, while he took the driver's seat. Picking up speed again, as he turned a corner onto another road.
Beca locked the passenger door and from the corner of his eye he could see her bringing her knees up to her chest, where she hugged them, resting her head on her knees. He couldn't begin to imagine what was going through her head. What started out as a normal day, turned into the absolute worst nightmare and because of the small girl, cowering in the seat next to him, he was alive. She kept him alive. He owed her his life.
Reaching out he turned on the radio, hoping to hear something, but all he got was either static or the bone chilling sound of the emergency alert signal. He could see her tensing beside him and turned it back off, muttering a soft 'Sorry.'
He didn't know where he was going, as he glanced down at the dash. The truck had a little over half a tank of gas. They would need more. Soon.
As they drove through the winding mountain roads of their small hometown, everything began to disappear, as the darkness seemed to swallow it completely. There wasn't usually very much traffic at this time, but they hadn't passed a single car or person. This worried them more than it would have any other day. As the truck neared the top of the ridge, that overlooked the town, Beca looked up. Jesse's eyes grew and his breath caught as he slowed the truck down to a stop at the top of the hill.
Beca let her legs go and she leaned forward slightly, her already troubled eyes taking in sight before her. The small town below them, that would on a normal night, be lit by cars, and the few larger business, was practically glowing. Multiple fires, spread across the small town. They could see the lights of cars, fighting to get onto the freeway that would lead them away.
"Oh my god." He said.
"Go the other way."
He looked at Beca, "What other way?"
"The opposite direction they are going. Back that way." She pointed behind her. "the way we came, but keep going. People aren't going that way. Its more secluded."
"Shouldn't we follow the people? They might know where to go."
She looked at him. "They don't know any more than anyone. I don't want to be caught in that, people stopped…they stopped being people. I don't want to be in the middle of that, when it happens again. Go the other way." She said.
Jesse studied her for a moment. "Are you sure? I mean, you need a doctor for- "
"There are no fucking doctors, Jesse! Listen!" She yelled slamming the button on the radio, filling the cab of the truck with the alert tone. "Everything is down. People are running. People are dying. Those people," She pointed to the line of cars leaving town. "Aren't going to get away fast enough. They are going to be stuck. Go that way, keep this truck moving. At least until its light."
He let out a breath, before nodding, and reversing the truck enough to turn it around, and drive back into the darkness of the empty mountain roads.