Dead Without You

by sunshyne16

Elli is a typical nineteen year old. She works part time, and lives with her mother and boyfriend. One day, the dead come back to life, and she is separated from the ones she loves. What will she do to get them back? Rated M for gore at the moment

2. Fruit Snacks

When I come to, I'm lying on a rough surface. I start to sit up and hit my head on metal. Opening my eyes, I realize I've rolled under a car. I look to the side and see morning light peaking over the horizon. Looking myself over, I only have a few scrapes and bruises. I can vaguely remember dragging myself out of the van and to this car. Cindy is nowhere to be found, and the van is crumpled between the SUV and a telephone pole. Glancing around, I don't see any of the dead, and slowly drag myself out from underneath the car. Reaching my arms to the sky, I stretch, not wanting to be stiff in case I need to move quickly. Crouching down, I work my way toward the van. Both doors are wide open, and I hope that means Cindy made it out alright. She has a daughter and two grandsons at home.

I pop my head in the passenger door, and quickly search the interior for any food or water. I find a package of fruit snacks in the car seat, and a can of soda underneath the passenger seat. Luckily, my purse is actually a small leather backpack, therefore making it easier to carry supplies.

Exiting the van, I quickly figure out my plan of action. I decide to walk the woods lining the freeway until I reach the area surrounding the grocery store where Shane works, avoiding any of those things from the road. It was a twenty drive from here to home, there's no telling how long it would take to walk there.

Looking around, I see a few people, if you could call them that, ambling about on the overpass. I opt out of crossing it for the moment, choosing to travel on the right side of the freeway until a safer route appears. I start off in that direction and hope for the best.

Exiting the van, I quickly figure out my plan of action. I decide to walk the woods lining the freeway until I reach the area surrounding the grocery store where Shane works, avoiding any of those things from the road. It was a twenty drive from here to home, there's no telling how long it would take to walk there.

Looking around, I see a few people, if you could call them that, ambling about on the overpass. I opt out of crossing it for the moment, choosing to travel on the right side of the freeway until a safer route appears. I start off in that direction and hope for the best.