[u][b]Alex - Car Wreck[/b][/u]

Blackness. It seemed to last forever. In a sense, it was bliss. It was an escape from the never ending torment of his waking nightmares. He wanted to give in to the darkness and lay in peaceful slumber forever. Although something stopped him. A nagging feeling had sprouted in the depths of his mind and had begun to spread, the urgency of it increasing by the second. It told him he couldn't rest. Not yet. 

As his mind emerged from the darkness, pain engulfed his body. Alex opened his eyes. It was dark. Shit. He was vaguely aware of the little girl's voice somewhere, but his head was spinning and his senses are distorted. What had happened? They escaped that school, he had met Roland, then... black. Dammit. It'd come back to him soon though, he was sure. One thing that was clear was the danger they were all in. As if to emphasize that, the groans of the undead traveled on the wind, a nightmarish symphony. Fuck. He needed to get everyone out.

It took Alex a few moments to realize just why his head was swimming so badly. He was upside down. Luckily, he'd been wearing his seat belt when whatever happened had happened, so he was dangling upside down, supported by the seat belt. For whatever reason, the airbag had deployed, but sagged down, a deflated mess. The impact must have popped it. He wasn't even aware that was possible... But hell. This wasn't too bad. He'd covered rollover drills in his basic training. Although to be honest, all it did was teach the obvious - supporting yourself, get your seat belt off, lower yourself down and get out the nearest exit. Putting one hand on the roof of the car, and pressing his legs out against the dashboard, he used his free hand to un-clip his seat belt. His seat belt fell limp, but he remained rigid where he supported himself. He gently lowered himself down and out of the already broken window in one slow, careful movement. 

Crawling out of the vehicle, Alex slowly stood. His head spun and he almost lost his balance his vision hazed over. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself. His limbs felt leaden and he was exhausted. He shook his head, dismissing the tiredness. He'd been through worse. He quickly patted himself down, checking for any injuries or bleeds. He was battered and bruised and had a cut on the side of his head (Which was no longer bleeding, but left the right side of his hair a sticky, matted mess), but aside from that, he'd gotten off lightly. His seat belt had saved him from any serious or permanent damage. 

He couldn't see much around him due to the night sky, but the moon lit enough for him to work out what had happened. Judging by the skid marks and debris, they'd been hit by another car, which had then veered off the bridge. Jesus Christ. Purposely or not, that was the second living person that had tried to kill him today. Fan-fucking-tastic. 

It was then he remembered the voice outside of the car. He slowly walked around the car, his limbs feeling heavy and wooden. He then saw the girl, who seemed to be trying to rouse someone in the car... Blondie? He made a mental note to himself to learn everyone's names if they got out of this. Alex approached her, 

"Hey... Are you okay?" 

His throat burned. He hadn't drunk any fluids since entering the school. Fumbling with one of his webbing pouches, he pulled out one of his full water bottles, taking a few disciplined sips before offering it to the girl. Should she accept, he'd tell her to sip and not guzzle the water. He then placed it back inside it's pouch, securing it shut.

He spoke in a hushed tone, his voice soft but still authoritative.

"We need to work together here, okay? Do you think you can try to keep a watch out for anything whilst I try to help everyone else? Do you still have your pistol?"

He gave her a moment to process what he'd said and answer before continuing;

"I'm Alex, by the way." He smiled at her, "You're going to be fine. You can do this. I believe in you."