The long, winding road stretched out in front of them. A fog had rolled in, giving the tiny dilapidated and deserted town a very Silent Hill-sque setting. As they reached the outskirts of town, a certain con-man's headache grew. After senseless hours of a mechanic's chatter, Nick's patience had worn down to a stub, not that he had much for the younger man, anyway. The news reporter named Rochelle, was snug on Coach's lap, them both fast asleep from Ellis' various stories about his friend, Kieth.
Nick was pressed against the window, squished by the larger man. Ellis was quiet for sometime, but from his intake of breath, Nick knew he was about to say something.
"Hey Nick, are ya awake?"
He almost didn't want to answer, "Yeah, what is it?" He almost wished a Tank would come to break up the story doomed to come.
"Did I ever tell you 'bout the time my buddy Kieth-"
"Sorry Ellis," Nick quickly broke in, "Can I interrupt?" He saw a graveyard, his mind forming a plan to distract him.
"Sure, Nick."
He looked out at the e, "I think it's night. Did you know that if you don't hold your breath near a cementary, zom-I mean ghosts will come to steal your breath while you sleep?"
The mechanic was silent, his breathing seemed forced.
"Really, Nick?" He sounded suspicious.
Nick sat up, though still a bit restrained from his seat belt, "Are you seri-"
"I mean, it sounded like you were about to say zombies, but, shoot, ghosts? I can understand zombies, since they're knocking the living crap out of us, but ghosts..well, they're 'nother matter all together." The younger man held his breath while passing by while the conman massaged his temples to ease the headache.