To save you from reading long descriptions of the inserted (this is an 11th walker. Run if you need to, but I'm trying to take a stab at being unorthodox with these):

Cade (Cadence)- straight, waist length hair, dyed brown (she's a natural blonde and got sick of the "Aryan Posterchild" label given to her by her brunette brother); 5 foot 4 inches; light blue eyes; pasty skin; Swedish/Austrian. Has affinity for black eyeliner/mascara (without she looks washed-out); despises "Emo" in all shapes and forms; likes politics; "socialist"; drives a silver Lexus Hybrid.

Prone to excessive cynicism and causticity; a right bitch really. Has a rare compassionate streak and something against American accents.

Emine (Emily-Sabine)- shoulder length, puffy, purple hair (with black roots); Filipino, though rather pale and tall at 5 foot 7 inches; has affinity for old-world tchotchkes and objects; too laid back for her own good (and proves the point quite well); part-time "hedonist"; drives a teal combi van emblazoned with magenta peace signs (or when she channels Liberace, a purple Chrysler Crossfire).

Never shown much talent for anything important, despite having sporadic flashes of general knowledge (WW2 in particular). Some people actually wonder why she's still living...

Now, on with the show…

Cliché 1- The Mandatory Accident And Bright Lights In Technicolor

It was an unnaturally cold Australian summer night and two seventeen-year-old, post HSC girls in a silver Lexus were driving down a deserted mountain road, preoccupied in thought.

One thought about the urban legends that usually involve two females in a car in the middle of nowhere while humming the beat to "Jesus Walks With Me" by Kanye West and the other was lying in the backseat groaning in nauseated pain.

"Cade, can you pull over?"

"Emine, the next lookout's five kilometres away. Wait."

"How 'bout no? It's gonna be your ass on the platter when your dad finds puke stains on the carpet of his very expensive car that his favourite daughter took without his permission."

"If you say 'ass' instead of 'arse' like you should I'm smacking you," Cade hit the accelerator so they were going at 95kph.

"Yeah, you say that and never mean it," Emine pointed out.

"Or so you think," came a snide reply.

"Yeah, I think," the nauseated one cried defensively.

"Really? That's a first…." Cade said, her voice swimming in sarcasm.

"You're meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeean, meanie poo," Emine whined, feigning hurt.

"I'm not mean I'm right," the said meanie poo stated.

"No, you can just crack walnuts with your ass because it's so tight," Emine mumbled.

"Why the sudden interest with my arse?" Cade cocked an eyebrow.

"I was speaking figuratively, Mabuye gago," Emine said matter-of-factly and blew a raspberry, spitting all over the place.

"You can never be sure when you say something like that, chien moche," Cade pointed out.

"Screw you, cane brutta."

"You're not actually going to screw me, are you? You know I don't swing that way" Cade smirked.

"Awwwwwwwwwwww... we can fix that." Emine reached for Cade's leg.

"You fuck off," Cade spat and made sure that her left hand was proximal to Emine's eyes. Emine shifted toward the door and tried to open the door, unaware of the fact that Cade put the child lock on.

Emine (along with most of the general public) was scared of Cade's nails; she cut and filed them to sharp points and painted them silver so they looked like small razorblades at the tip of each strong, tapered finger. She had large hands too.

"All the better to strangle you with, my dear," she would say.

Cade smirked; she loved her ability to scare people just by walking in their general direction or just by talking. She never got why though, the people who knew her well enough realised that the 'evil, heinous, tempestuous, naturally blonde she-demon' wouldn't even hurt a fly. The façade was quite useful, and she cackles quite well.

Her ability to alienate herself from others was commendable, too.

They then sat in dead silence; a silence that was occasionally broken by a gulping sound that was followed by either a groan/whimper, an "oh god," "eurgh." Cade thought she heard an Our Father or a Hail Mary.

"Catholics," she muttered and rolled her eyes, taking them off the road.

As they focussed back onto the road, a black-robed figure appeared on the road directly in front of the car.

The Protestant slammed down on the brakes, but lost control as the vehicle swerved and did a complete 360…

Emine chundered over her most prized shirt.

The figure was gone, and a monolithic truck was coming at them.

Shrill screams filled the air, and bright lights were all that were seen.

TBC

Translations:

Mubaye gago- stupid girl (Tagalog)

Chien moche- ugly dog (French)

Cane brutta- ugly dog (Italian, probably incorrect, but it's been years since I studied)

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