I got in the car and put the gun in the glove box. I took the largest knife and holstered it in my belt then put the rest with the gun. I then gave my jacket to Shannon, all she had on was the nightgown. "Hold on." I said as I floored the gas. The tires screeched as we peeled out of the driveway and I turned right onto the main street. It seemed like everybody In the city had the same idea. There were hundreds of cars blocking the road. Honking and screaming everywhere. People being pulled out of their cars and ripped into pieces on the sidewalk. What the fuck was happening?
I backed up the van, hitting a post office box, and turned around. I took the back roads towards the beach. There were so many people... Running, dead, dying. Everyone kept yelling for help, asking us to stop the car. I just kept driving. The only thing I cared about was getting Shannon the hell out of there. I kept going, driving past all the people, over some. Hopefully they were already dead... I don't like to think about it. Shannon had her head down, staring at the floor. By now I had gone off-road, driving on the sandy beach. I turned on the radio. "...state of emergency declared in 28 states. The rest are being evacuated to secure locations. We are being advised to stay away from densely populated areas if possible and make way to the nearest military bases near you." It said. Just then I heard the roar of jet engines and the sounds of explosions. "Holy shit! Are we being attacked?" They were dropping bombs.
I looked up and saw U.S Military jets. Either they had been stolen... or they were bombing their own people. I made my way to the docks and pulled the van over. I took all the knives and the gun and threw them onto my small, 2-seater speed boat. As Shannon got out of the car I could see she was crying. I ran over. "Shannon, baby," I said. "Honey, look at me." She raised her head. "We're gonna get out of here, ok. I'm gonna keep you safe, we'll be ok. You got that?" She nodded. I pulled her into my arms and kissed the top of her head. "I need you to get on the boat now yeah? Can you do that for me?" She nodded again.
We made our way to the boat and she sat in the passenger seat. I pulled on the engine cord but It wouldn't start. "Shit!" I pulled again, nothing. "Vince!" I heard Shannon scream. I turned and saw her pointing towards the beach. There was a man running towards us, screaming. His intestines were hanging out of his belly and he kept tripping over them. I pulled harder and harder and eventually the engine started "Yes!" I yelled Running to the seat and pushing the throttle, the boat slowly began to move. "Come on, come on!" I mumbled. We just began to pull away when the man leaped onto the boat. He slipped and almost fell off but was hanging onto the side. "Keep it straight!" I yelled to Shannon, pulling the knife out of my belt. I tried to kick him but he didn't seem to be affected. I stabbed him in the hand and he roared. Pulling his hand back. I then stomped on his other hand and heard a crunch. He then let go and we sped on through the water, not looking to see what happened to him.
I took back the controls and took one last look at my once beautiful city... and watched it burn.