Warning! There is a few swear words in this chapter, so don't read if you don't like bad language.

I gave Shane a light kiss on the cheek as I walked out. I smiled at him while I knew he was looking but as soon as I turned around, the smile disappeared.I had an incesscant nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach and it wouldn't go away.

I guess that it was because Morganville had been so quiet lately - I wasn't used to that. Shane reassured me that before I came here, there was times where nothing was ever happening. He told me that the only reason I was uncomfortable with nothing happening was because I was used to being in danger all the time.

Maybe he was right, but maybe he wasn't. Just because we didn't see anything happening doesn't mean that it wasn't there. Maybe dangerous thing were happening but we just didn't know it yet...

Pushing back my paranoid thoughts, I borrowed the hearse to drive to the university. Everyone was off work today, except for me, of course. I was jealous that they would be sitting at home having fun while I was sitting in a boring class. I tried to look on the bright side, at least I could get practice driving. Ever since I'd passed my driving test two weeks ago, I'd barely driven anywhere and I was excited to finally put my newly learnt skills into actions.

I put the car keys in and the hearse stalled immediatly. I looked over at the petrol meter, it was nearly empty. Eve hadnt told me that we were running out of gas. The closest petrol station was closed so I mentally measured the amount of miles left of petrol and miles left to the nearest station and set off, figuring that I would make it.

I was in the desert side of Morganville when the car gauge started to flash, telling that the car really was in danger of running out. I sped up, knowing that the petrol station wasn't too far away. Just around the corner, I thought to myself, I think. The car splutterd and died. I sighed and put my head on the dashboard, hitting the horn. I tried calling Eve but there was no signal on my phone.

"Fuck!" I shouted to no one. This street had been empty the whole time i'd been driving on it and I was willing to guess that I'd been the only person dumb enough to drive down here in the first day.

I got out of the car, thanking God that it was daylight. I couldn't imagine how scary it would be to be trapped here in the middle of the night. Atleast no vampires were going to attack me here. It was too far away from any kind of shelter for them to even bother trying to find me. I wandered down the road a bit holding my phone too the sky like the lion king or something. Damnit, I thought, no signal.

I opened my car door and sat with my legs out of the door, thinking about what to do. I had a pair of white denim shorts so at least, I was going to get tan. Oh no, wait! I don't even tan, I just burn. Whoopdyfuckingdoo! I thought sarcastically.

That's when a car came down the road. Seriously? I thought excitedly. It was still pretty far away but it was driving slow enough that I could probably stop it with no trouble. The car was black, but the windows were a normal transparency, humans. I started getting excited. What were the chances of that? No cars have been down here for ages but when I'm stuck, someone does? Maybe Shane was right, after all.

I put my hand out and waved to the car. I couldn't see who was driving but he started to slow to a stop just behind the hearse. A man got out of the car and I froze instinctivley. He was wearing grey tracksuit bottoms with a white t-shirt that had the arms cut out, showing his muscles. He was wearing a blank mask and a hat covring his hair.

That wasn't the kind of thing that a nice man who was going to nicely offer me a lift would wear, was it?

I started backing up towards my car before realising that it didn't matter how close to my car I got because it had no petrol to drive away from him, anyway. The man followed me, holding a gun in one hand, pointing straight at me and a cloth in the other. I starte to run, it was my only hope. It was pointless though as the man quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me back anyway. He pulled both of my arms behind my back and pushed against the car. He held the cloth to my mouth.

Chloroform, I thought. How cliche. He must have used a large dose because I started get sleepy. Was it bad that I was probably going to be kidnapped, raped or murdered - or all three - and all I could think about was science as I dropped off into darkness?