With the prehistoric road kill thing still freaking me out, I'm sitting in the middle of the aisle on the floor of the bus. I feel I can't trust my surroundings, like there could still be more. Is there really anywhere safe from those things?
I can't bare looking out the windows... If there are more, I certainly don't want to see them.
"So, where do we go from here?" I asked, hoping Ryan knew the answer.
Much to my disappointment, he just shook his head and shrugged.
"One thing is for sure..."
"What's that?" I asked.
"We have to stick together. I'm stuck with you, and you're stuck with me," he said gravely.
"At this point, that's the least of my worries. And, I don't think I could handle being alone anyway. So, that sounds like an awesome idea to me," I replied honestly.
We drove in silence, both of us so paranoid that a needle dropping to the floor would scare us out of our skin. Finally, I couldn't stand looking at the floor and tracing circles in the dirt anymore. I looked out the window.
What I saw didn't make sense.
"Stop the bus!" I yelled at Ryan.
"What? Why? Felicia, you saw that thing too! What if there are more!"
"Just DO IT!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled.
He sighed angrily, but pulled over anyway. The moment we came to a complete stop, I threw open the doors and ran back a few yards.
"Felicia, what the heck are you doing?" Ryan asked, exasperated.
On the sidewalk, a little girl was sitting with her back to me, with chalk clenched in her small fingers.
She had thin and long brown hair, and she was in a white dress with pink floral print.
"Hey, sweetie, are you okay?" I asked, putting my hand on her shoulder.
I crawled around her so I could look at her face, and a scream escaped my mouth. She had blood dripping down her forehead and trickling out of her mouth. Her eyes were glazed over, but she was staring out past me with a blank expression. The front of her dress was smeared with so much blood.
Ryan came running towards me, fear spelled plainly out on his face.
"Mommy and daddy are gone," she croaked, and slumped over, completely motionless.
Ryan and I looked at each other. I was shaking so bad, and my teeth were chattering so loudly... I couldn't hear myself think as my own blood pounded in my ears.
She was dead.