Marty had to get away from Drew. Just the sight of him made him want to
kick his ass. He went to check up on Merrill but she was gone.
"Oh shit," he said and ran up to see Dr. Murdoch.
* * * * * * * * *
"Nick, what the fuck are you doing?" asked Sherry.
"I'm getting in the car."
"The hell you are. You're drunk. Give me the keys."
Sherry held out her hand. Music from the carnival could still be heard in the parking lot.
"I am not letting you drive my car," replied Nick with a slur. "Now come on. We have to get back to Mansbridge before the Doc gets pissed.
They all piled into the Civic as Nick put the keys into the ignition.
"Hey Sherry, do you think this is safe?" whispered Mimi.
"Nick isn't that drunk. He can handle his alcohol."
They drove down the silent, black road. Trees zoomed by and Sherry had an eerie feeling, like something was about to happen.
Just then, a flash of headlights drowned out every sight as the screams penetrated the air. The truck swerved and hit the small automobile.
* * * * * * * *
Merrill slowed down as she saw that the trees had gotten much taller. "It'll be sunrise soon. I have to find a place to stay for the night. A cemetery, anywhere," she thought.
"Oh shit," he said and ran up to see Dr. Murdoch.
* * * * * * * * *
"Nick, what the fuck are you doing?" asked Sherry.
"I'm getting in the car."
"The hell you are. You're drunk. Give me the keys."
Sherry held out her hand. Music from the carnival could still be heard in the parking lot.
"I am not letting you drive my car," replied Nick with a slur. "Now come on. We have to get back to Mansbridge before the Doc gets pissed.
They all piled into the Civic as Nick put the keys into the ignition.
"Hey Sherry, do you think this is safe?" whispered Mimi.
"Nick isn't that drunk. He can handle his alcohol."
They drove down the silent, black road. Trees zoomed by and Sherry had an eerie feeling, like something was about to happen.
Just then, a flash of headlights drowned out every sight as the screams penetrated the air. The truck swerved and hit the small automobile.
* * * * * * * *
Merrill slowed down as she saw that the trees had gotten much taller. "It'll be sunrise soon. I have to find a place to stay for the night. A cemetery, anywhere," she thought.
