[u]Sophia[/u]
Sophia is the first to awaken. Whether it was the lap she was on, the cushion of an overloaded car, or pure luck, she is only sore from the crash. She slips from any confines easily enough and moves to the light, slipping on broken glass and blood. In the dark, she can't tell if the limbs she is stepping over are are bent funny or just misshapen by the shadows of nightfall. 

Sophia clears the window, cutting her arms on the glass and scratching her legs on the way out. From her new vantage point she can see that they are dangerously close to the edge of the bridge. And their car is totaled. Even if they could right it, the front end is smashed in and useless, the engine colder than the undead. 

Looking back in the car, she can't tell if anyone is alive or not. The wind blows, bringing with it the sound of the dead, shambling and groaning. They will be here soon. She needs to hide. She opens the rear passenger door. It creaks and fights her efforts, but finally it comes. Inside, Alex is closest to her and she shakes the woman's shoulder. 

"Angie. Wake up. Angie," she says. Her voice is a worried whisper, urgent for someone to be alive but worried of drawing the wrong attention down on them.