Short People Problems

Tori dashed into the car, leaping through the passenger seat and into the driver's. Her brother got in beside her, Bethany and Carrie close behind. She jammed the keys into the ignition and started the car as the first wave of zombies began to draw closer.

"Let's Go!" her brother, Camren, shouted. She tried to press the gas, but her feet couldn't reach the pedals. She was the only one left who knew how to drive.

"Come on!"Bethany squealed, glacing back at the approching horde and clutching her sister closer.

"I'm trying!" She said. After a few seconds of searching she found the lever and pushed it. Slowly, inch by inch, it moved her foward.

"Tori," her brother said with a warning in his voice, she didn't dare look back.

"What are we waiting for?" said terrfied little Carrie. "Beth, I'm scared," Tor heard her whisper,

"I-I-I can't reach the pedals yet," She tried to explain, her arms beginging to shake. She screamed as the first zombie began to hit the back window, she didn't know how long it would hold,

"Come on, come on," She muttered, until, finally, her feet were able to touch the pedal. She slammed on the gas as hard as she could and tore away from the zombies.

After driving for several miles, Camren broke the silence,

"I guess I have to learn how to drive now,"

"But I can drive," Tori protested,

"Yeah, but, like, you're too short, you can't even see the whole road like that,"

"Yes I can," She snapped,

"Maybe, but you drive like a little old lady,"

"Do not!" She said, but she was struggling to keep the scowl on her face.