As Francine inched forward in the car, other cars around them impatiently pulled forward as the car was hit from the driver side; pinning Francine in. The person in the wreckage next to them mangled began to claw at the driver window, as Francine frantically unbuckled Ferra's seatbelt and shoving her daughter out the door. [i]"Go!"[/i] she screamed, as Ferra swung open the passenger door for it only to be ripped off by a racing by car. [i]"I can't!"[/i] Ferra sobbed, and her mother screamed in agony in return, [i]"My leg is caught Ferra! Go! Run baby, run as fast as you can!"[/i]

Looking back for any more cars that would decide to speed by, she lurched back towards her mother and gave her a hug and kiss before taking off. The stress was unbearable as the 10 year old took down the road, running. Her feet were already hurting, the fabric of shoes rubbing against her delicate skin. Ferra was a petite child, barely 4 feet tall and light on her feet as she ran and dodged the crowd and anything that seemed dangerous. She was blinded by her salty tears, her stinging tears of defeat. Her school backpack was against her back causing her to sweat through her clothes. If she were going to survive she was going to need to find someone with some sort of a protection. 

Ferra's first gut reaction was to turn to the police, but with most of them now gone or turned into these clawers, the police were now useless. A few feet in front of her she saw a girl who couldn't be too far from her age. [i]"Hey you!"[/i] Ferra yelled, out of breath to the girl in front of her. This young girl might not be much of a help to protect Ferra, but as far as she knew the girl would probably have a family that could.