Katherine tearing at the woman with their nails and teeth. Katherine was screaming and begging for her help. Amy pretended not to her Katherine as she crept back towards the edge of the docks and eased herself into the water below. Amy let the water carry her into the dark beneath the wood above her hoping the things would be too occupied with Katherine to search for anyone else alive. As far as she knew, they had not seen her. She listened as Katherine's screams fell silent and began to weep.
Hours later, when the sun had set and the docks had grown still once more, Amy hauled her self up out of the water. There were none of the creatures left around to be seen. Even Katherine's body was gone from the blood-smeared place where she'd fallen. Amy stumbled dripping wet and wrinkled to the van her muscles aching from the hours spent staying afloat. She carefully checked the vehicle to make sure nothing was waiting for her inside of it then slid into the driver's seat. She clawed the extra set of keys out of its glove box and shoved them into the ignition. The moment the engine roared to life she knew the creatures would come pouring out from wherever they had disappeared to if they were still in the area. She turned the key and her heart froze in her chest as the engine sputtered loudly without catching. She frantically tried again as she noticed movement on the docks in the shadows of the buildings and the night came alive with the sound of hungry howls. This time the engine turned over and she peeled out as the van darted across the lot towards the main road. Laughing hysterically, Amy drove away into the night. The van lurched as she ran over a speed bump before the van hit the interstate. Despite the wreckage and abandoned cars littering the roadway, Amy found her foot getting heavier and heavier on the accelerator. Adrenaline rushed through her exhausted body as she swerved the van this way and that dodging the obstacles in its path. She felt free as if she was losing her mind and it was okay. How easy it would be to just keep going faster and faster until her reflexes couldn't keep up and she died in a fiery car crash. It would be a better death than being ripped apart like Katherine. She reached to click on the radio though she knew she would only find static across the dial as her eyes caught a flickering light in the rearview mirror. The van almost collided with what was left of an overturned eighteen-wheeler as she jerked upright in her seat. She slowed the van staring at the police car that had come up an exit ramp behind her and was giving chase.
"What the hell?” she muttered aloud. She knew it wasn't possible. Everyone in the world was either crazy from the effects of the wave, dead, or on the run like she was. Yet seeing the car's flashing sirens brought back feelings of hope inside her. Maybe her flight was over and the officers in the car would look out for her and take her somewhere safe. Maybe somehow in this city people had survived and gotten organized. She brought the van to a stop as the police car pulled up beside her. Amy was in the process of rolling down the van's window as she glanced across into the car. A man in a tattered uniform with yellow tinted eyes and snarling face stared back at her. “Oh God,” Amy screamed as the man stuck a.38 out his window aiming for her head. She snapped around to the steering wheel and rammed the gas petal to the floor. The van took off, the officer's shot slamming in its side just behind Amy's door as the van moved.
"Oh God, oh God,” Amy chanted as the car chased after her. “They're not supposed to be able to drive,” she swore to her self. In the rearview, she saw the thing in the passenger's side of the car trying to lean out its window with its gun aimed at her van. “He's going to shoot out my tires,” Amy thought in a panic. There was no way she could outrun them, not in this van, not with the roads the way they were. The