Day 508

You woke up covered in your own sweat and thirstier than you'd ever been before.
The last thing you remember was driving home from work, heading past the old scrapyard.
It had recently been shut down for a police investigation but no details had been released.
You vaguely remembered reading something about missing persons nearby.

Going to switch the car on you found the ignition refused to turn, the key was stuck dead in place.
It was very dark outside but luckily for you the car's lights still worked.
As they flickered on and your eyes began to adjust five or so other lights were turned on too.
You found yourself surrounded by what looked to be concrete but not alone.

Your car had somehow been smothered by the rock-hard substance, except for your front window.
There were at least five others like you, set in a rough circle, able to see each other perfectly.
Most were asleep, one looked to be dead and one was trying to signal something to you.
Their face was the very picture of terror as they mimed turning your light off.

You tried to ask why, managing to convey confusion perfectly.
They replied by miming that the sleeping people were hungry and pointed up.
Peering around you saw that you were part of some kind of tower of trapped cars, all facing inwards.
All of their lights were on too and blood leaked from several, all above you and freshly done.

Movement caught your eye as one of the sleepers began to stir, wincing against the light.
You flicked your light off, catching the eye of the other trapped person as they ducked down.
Following their lead you climbed into the boot of your car, hiding under the rug as best you could.
A few tense minutes later something heavy thumped onto the bonnet.

You held your breath as someone rapped sharply on the window.
They kept rapping, eventually banging loudly before going silent again.
The car jolted slightly as they moved away to the left, towards the person who'd warned you.
Glass smashed and the sound of shrieking met your ears, eventually quietening to wet coughs.

All was silent once again... almost.
Loud chewing sounds were coming from your left - from the other car.
It took you quite some time before you gathered the nerve to find your emergency torch and look.
The poor soul who'd warned you was now mostly bone, blood trailed towards the car opposite.

Bloody handprints were slathered all over your front window, footprints too all over the bonnet.
The glass was faintly cracked and you began to wonder how long it would hold.
It felt like days had passed and you were thirstier than ever, how delicious the blood began to seem.
The next time you awoke to your car lights coming on and a new person beside your car.

They were disoriented and panicking, causing quite a commotion with their plump, juicy hands.
Their face was flushed and sweating and... appetising.
You caught their attention, signalled that you were coming over and for them to be quiet.
As you smashed your window you grabbed a shard of glass and went to quench your thirst.