After about thirty seconds, it became evident that the street was most certainly not under repairs. In fact, the city must have hired a crew to repave it recently, as it was smoother than the last street Matt had been on.
He continued to run down the street, hoping to get to Main soon. As much as Matt hated to admit it, the lack of streetlights was creeping him out.
Thinking that, he realized that he was right. All the streetlights on Oliver were burnt out or something.
Lost in thought, Matt ran straight into a car parked in the middle of the road. Well, in his defense, the car wouldn't be easily spotted, even if Matt was focussed. The black car blended into the darkness of the street. Since they were having a new moon, no light shone from the heavens. There must have been light elsewhere, because the stars weren't visible.
Finding a door, Matt tried to look into the window. Due to extreme lack of light, he saw a whole lot of nothing. He pulled the handle. To his surprise, it opened easily.
The whole car lit up when the door opened. Matt had apparently opened the passenger door, because less than four feet in front of him sat a corpse, hunched over the wheel.
If Matt hadn't thrown up in the apartment, he would have done so now.
About to tear himself away, Matt saw a cell phone attached to the dead man's belt. It looked as if this guy had died coming to or from work.
Once more, he weighed his options. Continue on to the hospital, not knowing exactly how far it was, or take the cell from the dead guy's belt and phone 911.
His mother needed help. This was the fastest way.
Matt inches his hand towards the dead guy. Slowly, he tried to work up the will to do this.
Then, he thought, Fuck the drama. Just do this.
Matt quickly reached into the car and pulled the cell phone off of the man's belt. Backing up three steps, he sighed with relief. He turned around, so the light from the car lit up the phone. Quickly, he pressed 9. Then a 1. And lastly, a 1.
The display read cheerfully, 'Searching for Signal…please wait!'
"No." Matt muttered. "No, you work, you fucking phone, you work-"
The phone displayed a 'Signal Lost… sorry!' message. Matt threw the phone back at the dead guy.
Biting back tears as he slammed the door to the car, Matt tried to see if he could find Main yet.
Nope.
Resigned to a long, breathless run, Matt sprinted away from the car into the black night.
Behind him, in the dark car, the man whose cellular Matt liberated opened his milky white eyes. His far hand rose, and chunks of scarred flesh dangled down where there had been bite marks. He growled painfully, yes. But most of all, he was hungry.
Matt was now too far away to hear this.