<em><strong>Calvin Winslow</strong></em><br/><br/>Their world seemed to now be broken down to different levels of hell. One kid in the back had managed to tune into a radio station on their mp3 player. He was doing his best to keep the rest of us updated about what we couldn’t see. There was talk of zombies now, instead of rioters. Sadly, that made a lot of sense to Calvin. Why else would a bunch of people from town suddenly want people burgers?<br/><br/>He looked down at the girl as she laid her head on his lap. He’d been absently stroking her hair while she cried, and hadn’t really noticed that she fell asleep. She was the one he saved, which gave him a small measure of pride in this truly screwed situation. He thought she was a sophomore. The faces all seem to run into another after a while, and he never gave it another thought. A ragged pothole in the road caused the truck to jump, which then awoke the girl. Embarrassed, she muttered an awkward apology and sat up.<em>”None needed”</em>replied Cal, trying to give her a brotherly nudge to help.<br/><br/>Noticing the slower flow of traffic, Cal chanced standing in the back of the truck to have a look. The line was ridiculous. People were leaning on their horns like there was no tomorrow, which ironically enough would be true of some of them. Calvin shouted over at a car beside the truck as its horn blared<em>“Hey! We’re all trying to get the hell outta here. Horns ain’t gonna make the line move faster!</em>The man looked at him as he leaned on the horn again, which made Calvin’s blood pressure shoot for the stars. Calvin made a step to walk over to the car, before he felt again the weight of the day on his shoulders.<br/><br/>Something about way the kid went from anger to dejection got to the other driver. He saw the letterman’s jacket he had on for Rockford High and noticed all the other kids in the back of the truck. Some were battered, and all looked like they already had one good cry today. The man then looked at the sweaty hand holding the .38 revolver and slowly placed it back in the glove compartment. With a spit out the window, he convinced himself he could have used it if he wanted to, but decided to take it easy on the boy.<br/><br/>It was the policeman’s megaphone that pulled Calvin out of his sudden bout of loathing. The words were getting through and tripping enough alarms to set his own brain ablaze<em>”shit…shit…SHIT! Are you kidding me?! </em>. His words fell into the renewed chorus of horns and disgruntled shouts as cars were turned away from the bridge that looked so promisingly safe. Amongst those horns, was one directly behind him. He was keyed up now, and turned to take a good look at the other car. The words were a little lost, but he was sure someone had called his name. He then saw a head poke out of the car and wave at him. Naturally, Cal waved back. The guy looked familiar, but then most people were like that in high school. He heard the question, and frowned at the mention of the injured girl. Tapping the top of the truck, Calvin told the coach he was going to take a look. He was able to grab a first aid kit, and wanted to see if that would help.<br/><br/>Calvin just jumped off the slow moving vehicle. Traffic wasn’t do much, so he landed smoothly enough before walking over to the mustang. He went to Todd’s side of the car first, since he seemed to be the one who knew him.<em>“Hey…I know your face, and you obviously know me, so we’ll do this the easy way”</em>. He held his hand out to Todd and grinned<em>”Hi, my name is Calvin, what’s yours?”</em>Even amidst the death and destruction before them, Calvin couldn’t help but clown around. The police had sobered him up a little, and for now he seemed like his old confident self again. After the introductions were made, Calvin leaned his shoulder down a little<em>”Listen. I don’t know how long it’s gonna take for you guys to get to the hospital, but I do have a first aid kit on me…maybe that can help your friend?</em>. Calvin walked beside the car easily, since the overall traffic seemed to be at a slower-than-crawl level.<br/>