CYS: Continue for the van
From Create Your Own Story
Jessie could take care of her self, or at least that's what you tell yourself as you run to the van. Maybe someone was hurt, or trapped inside, you couldn't ignore them. A few people stop to look at the van, but no one else goes to help. You push past a group of people and start to climb up the side. Fred follows behind you, and turns to the people and giving them a glare. Seeing how you are armed, they dispersed and continued to flee down the street. As you clamber on top, you can hear crying in the car. You make your way to the passenger door to see a man in the drivers seat dead, his head caved in from the impact against the wheel. A young boy, around 9 or 10 from the looks of it, was hanging by his seat belt in the passenger side. You struggle to both watch for any threats and talk to the boy, who only whimpers as he stares at the drivers body. You try using a calm and soothing voice to talk to him. "Hey buddy, are you ok?" The kid looks up at you with fear and panic, and you mentally kick yourself for such a stupid question. "Are you hurt?" the boy shakes his head before looking back down at the corpse "alright, well i'm gonna get you out of here, ok?" The boy ignores you, but you doubt he wants to stay in there. By now a small fire has ignited from the engine, and the car is starting to heat up. You open the door, pulling it open, and start to reach down to unbuckle his seat belt. "ok kid, i need you to hold on to something. I'm gonna get you out of this" The kid grabs on to the side of his seat, and you start to yank on the seat belt. When it refuses to unlatch, you pull out your knife and cut it. Almost immediately the boy almost falls, holding on his seat for dear life. You reach down and grab him by his arm and slowly pull him out. Once on the side of the car, you give him a look over to check for any wounds. He appears to be Hispanic, with tan skin and black hair matted with sweat. He is wearing a soccer jersey and shorts, along with a pair of cleats that look new. After your sure he is fine except for scrapes and bruises you turn back to the street, only to feel some one grab your feet and yank you down from the van.
Your stomach slams into the side of the van, and knocks the breath out of you, before you fall to the ground. A middle age man stands over you, dressed like he was out for a morning walk, and you immediately notice his skin has a sickly yellow tinge. His eyes are red, and dark veins create webs under his skin. He kicks you in the side and shouts at you " Give me everything you have, or I'll splatter your brains on the street!!" You try to get up, looking at the man who started to switch and look around him. " what the fuck is wrong with you?!" you shout at him as you begin to stand, only for him to kick you in the chest, sending you falling down to on your back. A woman of similar age walked behind him, crouched like a wild animal stalking its prey. Her skin had the same tinge, her veins the same dark color. She screeched at the man " KILL HIM ALREADY, YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A MAN!" This only made the man scowl more as his hand twitched, "fucking bitch" he muttered before walking toward you. Fuck this you look at the gun right next to you and scramble to it. The man seems to just notice the gun, and lunges for it two. You both grab it at the same time, and both start to pull. He grabs it with both hands, and it starts to slip towards him. Thinking fast, you let go with your right hand and punch as hard as you can in his balls. The man lets out a cry and releases the gun as he stumbles back. You grab the gun with both hands, and strike him in the head with the butt of the rifle. He collapses, groaning while he lays on the ground, and the woman cries out and rushes you. You quickly aim the gun at her, stopping her in her tracks. She slowly backs away, a look of fear and hate plastered on her face, before she turned and sprinted away. The old man began to rise, though you send him a sharp kick in the back to send him flying forward. He crawls away for a few feet, before standing up and sprinting after his wife.
You look back at the van, panting as you try to catch your breath, only to see the boy has gone. Hopefully he went somewhere safe. The front of the van is now well on fire, engulfing the drivers seat. You begin to smell burning flesh and leather, and have to stop yourself from throwing up. You look around the almost empty street, save a few figures running from house to house down the street. You sigh before yourself a question out loud "Alright, now what?" You think of all the options you have
