Somehow Connected Meg stayed crouched behind the old, rusted '66 Chevy to catch her breath. Her hands still clenching the gun, not knowing what was up the road. It was silent. She couldn't hear the others and it made her worry. She slowly got on her knees and crawled towards the rear of the car. Above her, a lone buzzard flew by. She could hear it's wings. It was still way too quiet. After watching the bird fly away, she inched further and further from behind the car. Drips of sweat begin to run down her forehead. "Meg, what the hell are you doing?". Meg lets out a scream and falls backwards, accidentally tossing her gun to the middle of the road. It wa