<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j_xdUCCnjsE/VFTjqpZY8kI/AAAAAAAAAHM/d20v2Xy778Y/s1600/colleen-shannon-19%2Bsmall.jpg)</div>Name: Melody Vee<br/>Location: In the van stopped by a crash ahead<br/>Time and Date: 11:35<br/>Tagging: DJ, Bobby-Jason-Ricky, Dr. Nesbit,<strong>Ayano</strong>/ Open<br/>Wearing: Jeans, cropped shirt, sandals<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The slow and grinding drive over the last hour had seemed like 5 hours. Each time the van seemed to have a clear road they would be stopped by a wreck, a fallen telephone pole, or simply people walking the streets with every manner of weapon in their hands staking out their claim or defending their home. This meant endless switch-backs down narrow alleys or zig-zagging through neighborhoods under constant harassment just to go around a burning car that blocked their way. One block would seem quiet and deserted and the next would have them showered with rocks and bricks by people crouching behind chain link fences and shouting death threats.<br/><br/>It was exhausting. Dr. Nesbit slouched on the bench seat with his head resting on the back turned to look out the side window. He hadn't said anything in a long time. The two stoners in the back looked as if they had fallen asleep. Cam and his fellow football teammate were both leaning over the front seat and alternately barked commands at the driver, Ricky, and turned the radio nob to scan for any news. DJ just sat in the front and barely said a thing. He simply clutched the tire iron he had taken out from under the front seat and softly told the driver which direction would provide a clear trail through the city.<br/><br/>Melody had also sat quietly until now. They were getting close to the tattoo shop's neighborhood. If this road stayed clear then she would see Megan in a few minutes. She could see Megan's face and feel her naked body as she remembered being drawn into her bed. Melody's lips twitched as she practiced the kiss she would give Megan the moment she found her. Those hopes however were dashed when some asshole shot around the van and hurtled himself into a head-on collision with several other cars.<br/><br/>During the next several seconds Melody's attention was not captured by the two dickheads fighting, or the people who broke and ran, or even the screamer who climbed over the pile-up like it was two feet tall, Melody's attention remained on the lithe female figure with a samurai sword strapped over her back standing in the road calmly viewing the crazy action surrounding them all. She didn't know why but she was sure that this woman would help her to find Megan. Melody didn't hesitate one bit. She jumped off the bench seat, opened the side door, and shouted, "Hey samurai chick! Come with us if you want to live!" The words sounded familiar to her but it didn't matter. Melody held out her hand hoping the women would come quickly toward the van.