The face of her roommate flashed in her mind as she hastily sped down the eerily empty road, passing houses and businesses that were as equally empty. Where had the blood smeared across her face come from? Why had she lunged at her? The whole ordeal happened so fast, but she would always distinctly remember using the "ROOM FOR RENT" wooden post on their front lawn to take down the girl she used to share an apartment with. Her mind then switched to her sister and her niece and nephews as she continued down the road going as fast as she could in an attempt to make it there before they became what her roommate had.
"Calm down Amelia," she said to herself, her foot still forcing the gas pedal to the floor, and she closed her eyes for a brief moment to take a deep breath. It was the last thought that coursed through her mind before she opened her eyes and swerved to avoid the car wreck just a few feet in front of her. "Shit!" She yelled out, slamming the breaks and making a bumpy crash stop on the side of the road before everything went black.
She woke to banging to her right and lazily opened her eyes and squinted to make out the figure. A man in the same condition as her roommate was hungrily pounding on the driver's side window and looking at Amelia as thick, dark blood poured from its mouth. She scrambled out of the driver's seat and into the passengers and forced the door open. Her bare feet and knees collided against the ground and she winced in pain before pushing herself up and began running; running anywhere that would get her away from that monster.
Amelia could feel the loose ponytail that held back her dark brown hair bouncing against her neck as she ran, her mind focusing on her breathing. She didn't know how fast these things could go, but she wasn't going to risk them catching her. The sun was blaring against her pale skin and she squinted her gray eyes as she ran. Her feet began to ache and she slowed down, looking behind her to see if that thing had followed her. There was no one in sight and her mind rested a bit knowing she could stop running. She turned back around and just off in the distance she could see a farmhouse peacefully resting under the sun. Amelia let out a sigh of relief, perhaps there was someone who could help her. She started jogging toward the house.
As she approached the house she became aware of the fact that she hadn't changed out of her pajamas. Nor had she showered, managed her hair, or eaten anything. She looked down at the dark blue, loose tank top and gray just-above-the-knee shorts and hoped her appearance wouldn't hinder the way she would be greeted, if greeted at all. Fortunately, she spied an older man through one of the windows with whom she made eye contact with. He made no attempt to greet her at the front door, but didn't protest when she hesitantly entered the house. He silently offered coffee, a luxury Amelia accepted immediately and she basked in the hot beverage that gave her a small sense of calm. The man in front of her was reading the newspaper as she sipped the coffee and she looked around and noted the furniture and decor of the house, which was comforting for her. When he began speaking, she almost dropped the mug she was holding, but gave a small smile as she sipped more coffee.
He explained what was happening and all Amelia could think of was her sister and her family. Had they fallen victim to this? Was there still time to save them? Amelia listened with great curiosity, but the man's calm demeanor was slightly unsettling. Panic or worry would have been more acceptable, but calm? Calm was the last thing she would have expected. He finished talking as Amelia took the last sip of her coffee and held the mug between her hands as if it would save her life. After a brief moment of silence, she looked at the man.
Her raspy voice escaped her lips. "I'm Amelia," she said.