Ethan's P.O.V

A light tapping at the car window woke me from my uneasy slumber. With a yawn I tried to stretch only to find myself trapped and unable to move. I opened my eyes and looked around my now bright confines. It had turned out I was stuck underneath the seats after I had rolled over in the night. 'Sometimes I hate the fact I sleep like a log'. The light tapping went again as I tried to pull myself up, no such luck. "H-hey! Who's there? I could use a bit of help," I called out assuming that the tapper was human. No response. With a grunt I awkwardly shifted my body a bit so that I could look up at the window, hopefully I would be able to see this person and get them to help me out of this situation I had gotten myself into. My eyes went wide as I saw what it was that was tapping against the glass.

It wasn't alive, it wasn't undead either. It was a tree, 'those are alive idiot'. You know how in horror movies with children involved you would always get the tree branch that would scratch against the window of the kid's bedroom at night. It was just like that, only I was pretty sure that where I was had no trees anywhere near me. 'Where am I anyways?' I asked myself, all I had been able to find out in the short time when I could make out my surroundings is that I was somewhere with a lot of buildings.

As the tree continued to tap against the window my head started to pound. 'I need to get out of here'. Squirming I tried to dislodge myself from my current position. "Ah!" I cried as I felt pain stab into my side. Moving my head I saw that there was a broken pipe sticking into my side, 'How did that get in here?' no time to think I pulled myself away drawing some blood as I did so. I let out a hiss and wriggled my hand so that I could hold the fresh wound, 'I need to get that covered up as soon as possible'.

A groan brought me out of my struggle, making my whole body tense up in fear. That single groan was joined by more and more, slowly building and building in volume. I tried to remain completely still, closing my eyes tightly and hoping that the car was still going to protect me. I knew it was unlikely. I had a feeling the car's front half had been crushed by the tree considering the fact that I was trapped, there were sharp objects lying around waiting to impale me as well as the fact that there was a cold draft blowing across my chest. If I could of I would have curled up into a ball and waited for what the pain that was sure to arrive any second now. However I couldn't so I laid out of my back leaving myself open for attack.

Crack. One of them things had smacked against the glass of the car, obviously cracking it. 'These things must be stronger than they look' I deducted as I heard more hands join the first. The cracking sound grew stronger as I felt more glass fall onto my paralysed body. My mind was blank, 'so this is where I die… I was kind of hoping for something more heroic'.

Out of nowhere I heard a loud gunshot echo in my ears. At first I thought I was just imagining it, maybe that's what happens when you're on the brink of death, you picture your life being saved in a way that makes no sense at all. I was sticking with this theory until I felt a drip of liquid fall onto my cheek. My eyes fluttered open as another gunshot sounded followed by another. Moving my head in a painful way I looked up at the window. There was blood splattered against the rough surface of the window, some of it was now oozing in through holes in the material and running down to hit my body. From then on there were no more gunshots, but there were also no more hits on the fragile door. Instead I heard the groaning decreasing in volume showing that hopefully they were being decapitated. I really wished that I could move, run in fact. There was no guarantee that this person or people was going to be friendly, maybe the infection was getting to them and they had gone insane, sending them on a murderous rampage killing (or re-killing) anything that moved.

Slowly the world slipped into silence. I strained my ears but found nothing. Unable to do anything else I called out "Is anyone out there? I could use some help." I was met with a vaguely familiar chuckle just outside the door by my head. My head flew up as the car door was opened revealing a blood stained figure wearing a smirk on their face.

"Got yourself stuck then Ethan? Man, you're so useless. Aren't you happy I was in the area?" the girl I recognised as Mango asked as she climbed inside the car. Reaching a hand out she tried to yank me from the wreckage which of course only resulted in causing me even more pain.

"Ah! Careful!"

I saw her roll her eyes out of the corner of my vision, "Shut up and be a real man. It's your own god damn fault anyways, how did you get yourself stuck down there?" she questioned as she took a more gentler approach.

"Your guess is as good as mine" I sighed as she somehow rolled me over and pulled my arm out along with the opposite leg. "Um, how is this helping anything?" I asked slightly worried about my current position, somehow I was feeling even more vulnerable than I had when there were zombies smashing the windows in and I was unable to move at all.

"Shut up," that tone sent shivers down my spine, 'this girl can be pretty scary, I guess that's why she's friends with the others, "don't question me boy." She warned as she pulled my other arm up so that it was at an awkward and kind of painful angle. I followed her orders remaining silent as I felt my body be contorted in different ways which seemed to be doing more bad then good.

"Look I don't mean to question you or anything but-" I cut myself off as I felt arms come from above and hook themselves around my waist somehow. The thing that made me stop talking was the fact that there was a slight pressure on my waist before I felt myself being pulled out of my confines and falling onto this girl. I pulled myself off of her speechless.

"I told you not to question me," she laughed as she got up after me, both of us stepping out of the car into the fresh air. I took a deep breath and stretched out my body like a cat, that was until the pain in my side stopped me making me let out a curse and nurse the wound with my bloody hand. "You alright there?" her voice almost sounded concerned, almost.

"Yeah, just a little cut, it's my head that I'm worried about," I admitted.

With a sigh she pulled my arm harshly and made me sit down on the car seat, "let me try and sort you out dumbass." I tried to protest but she gave me a look that said, 'I have been through shit to get here I'm not letting you die from stupid injuries like this'… that was really detailed for just one look but oh well, maybe Melon's lessons on reading people have been paying off. I noticed that she had a bag on her shoulder and a bloody folder on the floor by the car which I guess was hers. She pulled out some bandages and a bottle out of the bag, 'I can only hope that she knows what she's doing'.

In three minutes (thanks to my moaning about the pain, but to be fair she wasn't being very gentle!) I was bandaged up and ready to go where ever she was going to lead me. "You really need to man up," she told me as she picked up the folder, blood dripping down its sides onto the crimson floor. "Let's get going, I'm dropping you off and then heading on my way." I nodded as we started walking, her gracefully avoiding the bodies on the floor whereas I found a way to trip over at least three.

"So um, you aren't staying around?" I asked trying to start up a conversation.

"No she's not" a little voice said.

"Who was that?"

"Just a doll that needs to learn that they're spoken to" Mango told me glaring at the pocket in her jumper.

"That's not very nice Onee-chan" Another voice said.

"Shut up!" she yelled.

"Aw, Onee-chan's being mean" a voice that sounded like a younger version of Lemon said.

"Um, should I be questioning this?" I raised my eyebrow at her.

"No, just… no"

Nodding I continued the conversation taking it down another route. "So, uh, where have you been? You are Mango right?"

She smiled at me and replied, "Yeah I'm Mango, and if you want a proper explanation it might take a while."

Silence fell for a short period of time before I spoke up again, "So how far is this place?"

"Pretty far"

"… Could you explain it then?"

She let out a sigh and a smile came to her face, "you don't give up do you Ethan?" before I could reply she spoke again, "sure, I can tell you what happened, maybe it will help, who knows."