CHAPTER TWO
The three of them headed into town.
They were a strange lot, Leon thought. Himself, with his over-sized eyeballs and an 'I love grapes!' T-Shirt. Then there was Jason, with his big bushy ginger hair and freckly face, and Max, a tall, lanky teenager who already had a trimmed beard.
As they headed further into town, they came across more and more crashed cars.
All empty.
All isolated.
But in the distance, around the scattered cars, they could hear the cries. Of babies. Of small children.
"What is this place?" Max whispered.
They hurried up to the town hall, where already some of the local children had gathered. But no adults, for some reason. Leon jumped at the nearest one and grabbed his arm. The kid was Mexican and looked very frustrated.
"Excuse me, my mate's dad just… well, disappeared, and the car's crashed and-"
"Just like everyone else then," the kid muttered, and walked away.
"Everyone else?" Jason gulped.
"Oh Jesus," Max cried. "This is so bad!"
"Yes it is," Leon muttered.
As more and more kids started filing into the plaza, Leon sighed and looked up into the sky, hands running through his hair. He was the oldest. Therefore he had to be responsible.
"These kids aren't gonna be any help," Leon shrugged. "It looks like the same thing's happened to them to."
"So where do we go?" Jason asked.
"We… we call the police and then we get as far away as we can from Perdido Beach," Leon said.