Boston it is

I decided to head up to Boston. The doc had been broadcasting for years to that city, and I at least knew some of the streets from vacations with my family. I'd only traveled 4 miles before the first roving group appeared on my left. They were in the moonlit field, shambling around aimlessly. I gunned the Charger and left them miles behind before I found the next one. This one was a bit larger and closer to the road. Looked to be about 30. I cut my lights off and eased passed them.

"You need to slow down anyway, Beth. You know that their are more abandoned vehicles the closer you get to a major city." I told myself. Sure enough, I was soon dodging lone import cars and weaving around semis. I saw a sign. Boston, 7 miles.

And then I hit a moped that was laying across the road. The charger shifted and swerved. I was glad that I'd driven rear wheel drive cars before as I was able to correct it. I took a deep breath as the muscle car thundered down the dark highway.

The faint glow grew brighter as I weaved in and out of wrecked cars. I saw them. They moved in groups of five or six mostly, but occasionally I saw a large group of 100 or more out in the darkness. I set my jaw and drove on, their moans and whimpers growing as the glow of Boston became brighter and brighter. I saw the first of the fires in the suburbs. A house here, a house there. Many were already smoldering, or already cold ashes. I knew, somehow, that the glow I was seeing from Boston was a multitude of flaming office buildings...

I was getting close. "Boston. Next 5 exits" the signs said. I tried to think which one would be the best for me to take, but I soon realized I didn't know enough about the city to be sure. I passed the first one, and then the second. As I approached the third, I saw the "H" sign for a hospital, and my heart skipped a beat. I veared over to the turning lane. The burning city looming to my left.

I had to turn the wheel hard to avoid the burned out blackened volvo. My tires screetched and blew as the car fishtailed down the the exit ramp before slamming into the comcrete wall. I pitched forward, rearward, and spun around as the rubber tires ripped apart and I spun out of control until slamming into the side of pawn shop before I hit my head on the steering wheel and it all went black.

I heard noises in my delirium. Disturbing noises. The door to the car opening...my seatbelt being unbuckled. My eyes fluttered open and saw my booted feet scampering as I was dragged away from the car...the next impression was of weight upon me, spreading my legs; seeking my sex...