Emmet slammed his foot down onto the steel underneath his foot. His daughter, crying and screaming in fear in the back as Emmet's now deformed wife desperatley tried to break the window and eat her own daughters face. Emmet had to think quickly, emotions couldn't take over now or he could be turned into food for some sort of monster. The car responded to the pedal being pressed down and promptly reversed, catching his wifes arm on the wingmirror and dragging her to the pavement. What followed was an hour of driving that felt like a year. Emmet stopped when none of the chaotics of the mutated deformities that he had seen in the city. He turned to his daughter
"Are you o-" Was all he could muster before his car was hit by an 18 wheeler. Emmet woke up, bloody and bruised. When he regained sense he looked at his surroundings, the turned over car, skid marks of 18 wheels, fire. He stumbled upwards, holding his stomach. His daughter was nowhere to be found.

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Emmet woke up sweating. He dreamt about the faithful events of that day most every night. Every morning he woke up the same way. He was awake before most people, they would be moving soon and now was the optimum time to start packing. Emmet didn't have much to pack, a few rations and whatnot and he was done. An hour or two later and most people were up, packing their own things. The loss of Milo, the leader had hit the group hard, he was a natural born leader that was hard not to be friends with. He even made it his personal duty to help Emmet try and find his daughter. Emmet wasn't sure the group would still accept this sidetracking.