Run.
That's all she wanted to do. She wanted to run after the car, pull Ellis from it and bring him with them.
"Zoey…" Louis said, softly. "Come on now". He pulled her lightly, and she reluctantly got to her feet. She rubbed her eyes on the inside of her elbow. She looked up, and nodded at Louis, and took a couple of steps towards his outstretched arms. Francis was hovering in the background, pacing and staring at the spot the car seemed to disappear into only seconds ago.
"Time to go" Louis said, and she nodded again. She didn't know exactly where they were going. They were still on the bridge, surrounded by bodies. They couldn't really go back the way they came, because they had no idea how many Infected still lagged behind, slow on the uptake yet still drawn to them due to the noise of the bridge.
So they followed the direction their friends had taken, and came onto a stretch of motorway. Shattered, leaking cars framed the road, and the three picked their way around them. Zoey noticed the wet floor, the fuel from crashed cars making it dangerous.
"Be careful with any stray bullets, guys" Louis warned, noticing too.
"Yeah, yeah whatever" Francis muttered.
"Stop" Zoey said, straitening her back and stopping. "Do you hear something?"
They stopped, listening intently. They could hear somebody crying.
"Shit" Louis said
"Not so happy now, eh?" Francis asked, and Zoey let out a laugh. "Well let's just find her"
He started forward, the contents of his health pack clinking slightly. Zoey and Louis followed, slowing slightly. The crying was getting louder. Louis looked back, and saw her, tucked into an alcove made up of car doors. She looked up at him and growled.
"Shit!" Louis shouted, and she lunged at him, screaming.
"Get back!" Francis shouted as he pulled something from his bag and lit it. Zoey looked at what the Witch was standing in, and figured out what Francis was going to do. She ran back, pulling Louis with her, and half dragged him behind a car. Francis threw the burning Molotov and watched as the flames engulfed her, and part of the motorway.
"I did not expect that to happen" Francis laughed, joining them behind the car as the Witch screamed. "Better put her out of her misery" he said, taking Zoey's pistol out of her hand and administering a head shot, causing her the stagger backwards, and collapse onto a car. A second passed as the three relaxed and laughed, but then a siren pierced the air. Apparently, the car was primed. The siren was then quickly accompanied by a roar in the distance.
"Fuck" Zoey muttered.
Ellis gripped the steering wheel, almost wrenching it from the dashboard with the intensity. The car was silent.
"I think maybe we should pull over" Coach suggested, breaking the silence. Rochelle and Nick murmured in agreement. Ellis nodded, and stopped the car abruptly, throwing everybody forward. Nick kicked the back of Ellis' chair, and got out of the car. Coach followed him, leaving Rochelle and Ellis alone. She placed a hand on his shoulder, and he relaxed slightly.
"Guys" Nick called, standing a few metres behind the car, facing the direction that they came from.
"What?" Rochelle asked as Coach joined him.
"Some sort of siren" he said. A faint siren was sounding in the distance.
"Get in the car" Ellis called.
"What?" Rochelle asked.
"Get in the car; we're going back"