Gary Forrest drove home from work, just as he always did. He could almost smell the Cha Ca; a meal that his wife, Marie, always loved to cook. She was Vietnamese, and they had met while Gary served in the Vietnam War. While Marie would occasionally cook other foods, she often stuck to her roots and cooked Vietnamese cuisine for supper. Perhaps, that's what Gary loved about her. She never would think to alter herself to suit anyone else.
As he came to the end of the road, he was surprised to find the road blocked and several police cars as well. Gary stopped his car and rolled down his window as a policeman approached him.
"Was there an accident?" Gary asked.
"Yes. We found a car had crashed, and the driver was torn to shreds."
"Torn to shreds?" Gary repeated, he felt his eyes widened.
"All I can say is that it definitely wasn't the accident that killed him. The road is going to be blocked for awhile, but if you drive a few miles back, there's a road on the right that should get you back on track." The police officer explained.
"Thank you, officer." Gary rolled up his window and turned his car around.
As Gary turned onto the road that the officer recommended; he could his feel his stomach tighten. He had never been down this road before, and it was practically pitch black outside. He knew if he was going to make it home for supper, this was the only way. Halfway down the road, he saw something from the corner of his eye. It looked liked something was running, and running pretty fast.
"Just a few more miles before the road ends. I'll be all right. " Gary thought to himself, pressing his foot slightly against the gas pedal.