The Eleven – Chapter 2
Why the hell was there nobody around? Were all of those cars being remotely controlled from far away? But then that still doesn't explain why my dad disappeared without a trace. And there's no way anyone would test out remote controlled cars on a public high way. Did everyone just run way? But then how come there was no blood? No matter how you look at it, there must have been somebody who got badly hurt. Nothing made any sense.
I didn't know what else to do so I pulled out my cell phone and called 911. After a few seconds of ringing, an automatic voice message played. "We're sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this message as an error. Please hang up and try again." So I tried again, and I got the same message. 911 Was disconnected? So I tried all the other numbers in my phone, and I got the same message. I had no idea what was going on.
I screamed, "I'm so confused!" and got no response.
So, I did the only other thing I could think of. I started down the road to the find the nearest city and get help there. I walked past hundreds of wrecked cars along the way.
"-elp"
I heard a person's voice far down the road. It was faint, but I didn't care. I needed to talk to someone. I started running as fast as I could, avoiding tires and other scrap metal that had accumulated from all the car crashes. Then I saw a red truck with an arm hanging out of it. The arm was twitching slightly. As I ran closer I noticed that the truck was really messed up. The front wind shield had been smashed in, and there was a severely damaged motorcycle lying in the bed of the truck. It looked like it had hit the truck at a really high speed because the back window had also been smashed in. I finally got close enough that I could look in the side window and see who the arm belonged to. There was a large man sitting in the driver's seat with his arms spread wide. He had a large piece of glass sticking out of his neck, and there was blood everywhere. The man tried to talk, but the only sound that came out of his mouth was a low pitched gurgling noise. I turned around, bent over, and threw up. I had never seen anybody die before.
While I was bent over I noticed something strange on the ground. It was a small blue cube and it was glowing slightly. I touched it to see if it was hot, it wasn't, and I picked it up. It was only about one inch big and it intrigued me so I put it in my front pocket. I remembered the man in the truck and turned back to look at him and it was quiet again. He wasn't making any noise. The large man that I met not thirty seconds ago was dead, and I was alone again.
So I continued walking.
-End of Chapter 2-