Story by Sentence.
 

if anyone else is like me, you'll probably read 50 one sentence posts before you'd read one post with 50 sentences. so lets make a story one sentence at a time.
this could be a really good story, or it could get very messy very fast. not a demand, but a request, try and keep it flowing. theres no need to start throwing in dick jokes to get other dwellars to giggle.
well here go's



My dry eyes creaked open to the bright afternoon sun, which was warming the exposed skin through my ripped and torn clothing.

Cautiously, tentativlely, I moved my limbs, one at a time, checking for breakages, expecting pain at each movement.

My Camaro lay wadded up like a empty pack of Camels at the base of a mammoth oak.

Trying to shake the dizziness out my head, I snapped alert when I suddenly remembered Bessy Mae still strapped in the passenger seat.

Or at least, she had been.

Damn coonhound! Where had she run off to now?

off in the distance i heard the roar of a bear.....then a scream! Silence befell the woods as i lie in my own waste wishing i was not pinned under the car.

(not part of story.... I have a coonhound!)

It was then that I realized that the vials must have broken in the accident. And I was the only one who had taken the antidote....

Bessie Mae came rollicking up to the car, apparently unscathed from her encounter with the bear. Gently, she tugged at my shirt collar and began to pull me out from the wreckage...

I looked around and saw I was not far from the highway - a highway littered with cars, as though dropped and scattered by the hand of some strange giant, but now silent, still.

a few distant moans and screams filled the air, all meaningless if the situation could not be contained

Grabbing Bessy Mae by her ears and nuzzling her wet cold nose, she started licking my face, her hiney wagging in delight in re-affirmant of our bond, and scampered off... AND to my amazement, sniffed out other survivors,... dragging them from the their own piles of wreakage.

Bessy Mae pulled 5 more survivers to safety. We were sitting on the crumpled hood of a large SUV, trying to figure out what to do next when we heard another terrible scream from that woods. That warn't no bear!

My head was clearing rapidly now, probably the shock effect of the adrenaline now pumping round my body - so maybe the vials hadn't all broken... I began to search.