The beginning of the end
It started like any other day on Earth, everyone going about their own business, not giving a damn about anything else. Jim Mason was heading on a vacation with his family : Fifteen-year-old John, Mary who had just turned 18 and of course, his wife, Tilda. They were stuck in a traffic jam when screams were heard in the distance. Worried for their safety people came out of their vehicles to see what the commotion was; all they spotted were people running towards them. Most of the onlookers went back into their cars worried that the panic was the result of a terrorist attack or perhaps a shooting , however some kind souls planned on assisting the injured in whatever the situation was ; Jim was one of them.
Wanting to get a better view of the situation, he got on to the roof of his car and what he saw appeared to be bloodied people chasing normal-looking people and swarming around any that they could catch. The horrific sight made Jim almost lose his footing getting down from his car, but a mix of shock and the foresight that panicking would only endanger his family kept him composed,he opened the driver’s seat door and promptly the trunk; then, he took one look at his family and said ,“We’re heading back home”, his voice low and trembling slightly.
Tilda recognizing the look of badly disguised terror on her husband’s face,leapt out of the car and practically dragged a disgruntled Mary, who was really looking forward to taking pictures of the vacation out of the back seat. Meanwhile, Jim and John picked up the essential luggage they could from the trunk , "Let's go", Jim said in a hushed tone after locking the car doors , they walked at a rapid pace as some nearby families who noticed the Masons mirrored their actions . Soon the highway was filled with the noise of people scrambling to get out of their cars, unaware of the danger but not intent on waiting for it to get to them
