Breathless giggles are still escaping from my mouth, and I'm just kind of rocking back and forth in the seat, staring out the windows.
She's dead. She's dead... I couldn't believe she was dead, and here I am, laughing still. It's been over an hour.
Even though subconsciously I'm looking at the houses, where families should be, all I'm seeing is the tan little girl with bright blue glassy eyes; the blood freely running down her face, staining her skin and her dress. Even the chalk, which at first I had thought to be just red, was soaked with her blood.
And mommy and daddy are gone... Her mommy and daddy will never see her again... Will I ever see my parents again?
I started sobbing again at this thought, and Ryan pulled over in a parking lot of some random store... He was sliding onto the seat next to me, and wrapping his arms around me.
We sat for some time like that, me soaking his shirt with my tears, and him stroking my hair whispering that we'll be alright, that everything will be okay...
Because it has to be... I'd kill myself if it wouldn't be okay... I have to believe Ryan...
Finally, I quit crying and dry my face.
"I'm sorry," I whisper. I look up at his face, and I realize that he's crying too.
I look up at the windshield, and find to my surprise that we were at a hunting store...
"Ryan, did you park here on purpose?" I ask, a sudden idea popping into my mind.
"Because we just found a lot of weapons, and ammunition. We should stock up, protect ourselves, you know?"
"Felicia, you're a genius! Come on," he says, taking my hand and pulling me forward .
"You're the one who parked here," I said quietly, temporarily forgetting about the dead little girl, and how we're all alone with man eating monsters.