6:00 AM

Five miles away in the desert a young woman stood at a small cemetery off the main highway. Her name was Whitney. She was twenty-five and had dirty brown hair that often fell in her eyes. Standing in jeans, she stared down at the grave of her parents. Her heart slowly aching, she looked down at the two simple headstones before kneeling down and brushing away some fallen dust and leafs. Sighing, she looked at the graves deep in thought. It had been years, yet the pain hadn't faded. Feeling completely alone and depressed, she looked up at the beautiful reddish orange sky and watched as the sun slowly began to set over the tall rocks in the background. She loved the desert, in fact she found it peaceful…but at this exact moment, she wished she was dead.

Just then her radio on her belt crackled, snapping her out of her thoughts. Slightly annoyed, she unhooked it before pressing down on the button.

"What?"

"Whitney…we got a few reports of people on the highway seeing smoke a few miles back near the turn off, you mind checking it out."

Whitney rolled her eyes.

"It's probably just some kids having a bonfire…"

"Yeah well it won't hurt you checking it out. As soon as you find something report back over?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…"

Whitney snapped her radio off before hooking it back on her belt Running her hands over her tanned face she sighed before getting up. Not even completely dawn yet and the boss was all ready at her. Mumbling under her breath she thought the only reason she signed up for the graveyard shift was not to be bothered. Anyways they were in the middle of nowhere…what kind of trouble could be around? Getting into her car, she swung the door shut before starting the engine and backing up. Perhaps she would have breakfast at Jan's today before crashing at her apartment in town. Looking forward to the sleep she switched the radio on and slowly began making her way down the road.

A half an hour later she pulled over at the exact spot the boss had mentioned. Getting out, and looking at the faint golden sunlight drift through the land she thought how extremely peaceful it seemed at this exact moment. Cracking her back, she shuffled off to the side of the road before pausing, completely puzzled by something that caught her eye behind some dried up bushes.

A car?

Slowly walking over she couldn't believe her eyes.

It was a 1970, or 71 Cuda. A complete classic. Her father being a big car nut had brought her to a few showrooms in her time. Completely blown away by the condition, she had no idea why someone would leave such a nice car all alone. Walking around it, Whitney's eyes studied the detail…it really was a sharp car. Stopping for a second, she suddenly felt very uneasy. Maybe it was a drug trade or something…nobody would leave this kind of car all by itself. Looking in at the driver's side she was stunned to see the keys still in the engine.

"Probably will blow up once I start it up."

Whitney thought, slightly amused. That's when she stopped…there were footprints. Kneeling down, she saw they were boots, fresh ones in fact. Her eyes followed them as they went up the path and behind the mountains about fifty feet away. Looking at her radio, she knew she outta call in it. This car just sitting here seemed too strange. Pausing, she began to follow the footprints, her very own boots crunching down on the pebbles and gravel beneath her. Going slightly between a few higher rocks and up a hill she froze at the clearing below.

There was burnt of remains of what looked like a car. The black smoke just starting to settle on the old skeleton of junk. Pieces of the wreck were scattered everywhere.

Then…

Her eyes saw a body.

Her heart skipped a beat. Biting down on her lower lip she stared at it from her higher spot. It looked to be a man sprawled out like a lifeless rag doll. Just then her mind completely forgot about calling in, or her gun that she had left behind under her dash.

"Fuck…"

Slowly she made her way down, trying her hardest not to make any noise. Making her way past the burnt up hearse, her eyes traced the entire scene. must have been some kind of accident or something…

That's when she slowly began to approach the body.

It was a man, dressed completely in black and laying there. His eyes were closed and his face looked wind beaten. His head had dried gooey looking blood on it. For a brief second Whitney thought the blood looked yellow.

"Jesus…"

Whitney knelt down, her hands shaking. Slowly she reached forward and touched the man's shoulder who was either dead or sleeping.

That's when the man's eyes snapped open, but instead of eyes all Whitney saw was silver. His mouth open and the most horrible animal like scream escaped as he clung onto Whitney. Screaming herself, she fell back.