The phone buzzed rapidly against Francine Hanson's thigh, they weren't moving in this traffic so she didn't find it much of a risk to her daughter in the seat next to her. [i]"Hello?"[/i] she answered the phone, [i]"Yes mom, we're on our way but we're stuck on the highway, they aren't letting people move at all, I've been inching forward every 10 minutes or so but besides that nothing."[/i] Francine continued her conversation as Ferra glanced around the area, she was frightened and quite not sure what to think of at this moment.

BANG

A fist came down on the passenger window, scaring both the women half to death as a man stood near by, [b]"Roll down your fucking window!" [/b] the man yelled out, slamming the window a few times. [i]"I'll call you back Mom!"[/i] Francine said putting down the phone and yelling at the man in return, [i]"My daughter is the car! Get out of here, we don't have anything!"[/i] the man begin moving around the car and going down the center aisle, swerving between vehicles and other people that began to get out of his car. [i]"What a lunatic."[/i] Francine commented to her daughter, reaching her hand over and embracing her daughters. [i]"It'll be okay sweetheart."[/i]

BANG

This time the sound came from the front of the line where the man had made his way to. Francine watched in horror as the police officer slumped to the ground and the man soon was shot. [i]"What's happening momma?"[/i] Ferra called, not being able to see to the front of the cars much less the dashboard of the car. The man began rising from the dead; The news had been right, this virus was defying all things we once knew. Francine turned to her daughter and spoke very quietly and seriously. [i]"Ferra, something very bad is happening. No matter what happens to me, you have to get to your Grandma's house. She will protect you. We gotta get out of here though baby."[/i] Ferra's dark eyes began to tear up, this was overwhelming for a child.

Francine took out a map from the glove box and drew out the lines for the trip there, writing down instructions in as easy English as possible so that her daughter if need be could easily read them and direct herself. Ferra had been excellent at school, but even a ten year old had her limits. 

Starting back up the car Francine tried to inch forward just a little bit more in this chaos as the cars in front of them began moving quickly forward.