She stared at the driver who had her hands up in front of her face. Only a few feet from Pranthi, a car coming the other direction hit the truck and sent both vehicles spinning across the road.
The zombie walked through the chaos untouched, as if Pranthi and he were on a deserted street instead of in the midst of mayhem. She was going to die. If the zombie didn't get her, a car would turn her into pulp. If she were braver she'd step into the path of the destruction and be done with it.
The collision spread as brakes squealed and metal crunched. A dozen times she should have been killed, but another car would intervene as if some giant hand played with her life. Horns and people screamed, glass flew through the air drawing blood from her face and arms.
A truck hit a hydro pole and lines
