Chapter 2 Nothing Good Can Come At 6
"You're running on E Morgan," Beth said.
Morgan looked at the fuel gauge, she hadn't realized that they had been driving for so long.
"Shit, where's a gas station," Morgan said.
"Over there," Veronica replied.
"At one dollar sixty one cents no way. Check out that one over there," Pete said.
Morgan looked to her left and saw the old shell station with the rickety sign. The lights flickered and only a few letters lit up.
"Hell station," Veronica joked.
The group laughed. Morgan took the first left when Beth screamed. Looking over sharply Morgan saw the tractor trailor truck barreling down the road at the car. It's horn blared loudly.
"Go dammit go," Veronica yelled.
Morgan slammed down the gas and the car sped past the car without trouble.
"Didn't you look," Beth yelled frightened.
"Sorry, damn you don't have to be such a bitch about it," Morgan said trying to sound strong but still shaken.
"It's my life that was on the line back there," Beth said as they pulled up to a pump.
Morgan opened the door.
"Don't ignore me Morgan! Morgan! Fuck, I'm going to go talk to her you guys wait here alright," Beth said.
"Yeah sure," Veronica replied.
Beth stepped out of the car and into a puddle. She passed a man smoking a cigarette walking into the building, following Morgan.
"What's your problem," Beth asked.
"What do you mean," Morgan asked irritated.
"Morgan, you nearly killed us all back there and you don't even show a hint of remorse," Beth said.
Morgan shook her head.
"Morgan, you can talk to me. We've been friends forever," Beth said.
Morgan looked at her and into the window behind her.
"I'm just worried. I mean Mom was so worried, what if something happens," Morgan said.
A tour bus started it's engine and a woman ran out towards it.
"Nothing will happen, I promise," Beth said.
"Five twenty five," the man at the counter said.
"What," Morgan said.
"The man's just telling that dude the price. Come on let's get the gas and go
Morgan looked at the clock. Five fifty nine.
"We've only been driving for thirty minutes, I filled the tank last night it shouldn't be empty," Morgan said.
"So," Beth said.
Morgan looked out into the parking lot. The man with the cigarette stood at the car opposite theirs. The bus pulled forward, trying to turn at an impossible angle, it would collide with his car.
"A leak. there's a leak on the car," Morgan said.
"So we'll just have it checked out now come on," Beth said.
Morgan walked to the door and saw the fuel laced sneaker print.
"Oh shit," Morgan said.
"What," Beth said.
It was an instant of moments. The bus smashed into the man's car. The man became irate and threw his cigarette which ignited the fuel puddle below the car. Morgan took a step back as Beth watched in horror as the fuel streamed out of the engine. The flame followed the stream into the car and in an instant it exploded.
"No," Beth screamed.
The flames filled the lot. Another car ignited in flames. The smoking man had fallen to the ground covered in shrapnel.
The second car exploded, followed by the smoking man's car. A window broke as piece of metal ripped through it. Morgan watched, tears flowing down her face. The bus reared back and into the store breaking the windows and knocking down the rack. It pulled a sharp left and slammed the gas down speeding itself through the pumps. The bus didn't make it too much further though, as the gas station rumbled.
An explosion ripped through the parking lot, the glass on all the windows broke as the flames disintegrated everything in it's path. Beth's screams faded as Morgan's flesh burned away in the purest form of omniscient pain.
"You're running on E Morgan," Beth said.
Morgan looked at the fuel gauge, she hadn't realized that they had been driving for so long.
"Shit, where's a gas station," Morgan said.
"Over there," Veronica replied.
"At one dollar sixty one cents no way. Check out that one over there," Pete said.
Morgan looked to her left and saw the old shell station with the rickety sign. The lights flickered and only a few letters lit up.
"Hell station," Veronica joked.
The group laughed. Morgan took the first left when Beth screamed. Looking over sharply Morgan saw the tractor trailor truck barreling down the road at the car. It's horn blared loudly.
"Go dammit go," Veronica yelled.
Morgan slammed down the gas and the car sped past the car without trouble.
"Didn't you look," Beth yelled frightened.
"Sorry, damn you don't have to be such a bitch about it," Morgan said trying to sound strong but still shaken.
"It's my life that was on the line back there," Beth said as they pulled up to a pump.
Morgan opened the door.
"Don't ignore me Morgan! Morgan! Fuck, I'm going to go talk to her you guys wait here alright," Beth said.
"Yeah sure," Veronica replied.
Beth stepped out of the car and into a puddle. She passed a man smoking a cigarette walking into the building, following Morgan.
"What's your problem," Beth asked.
"What do you mean," Morgan asked irritated.
"Morgan, you nearly killed us all back there and you don't even show a hint of remorse," Beth said.
Morgan shook her head.
"Morgan, you can talk to me. We've been friends forever," Beth said.
Morgan looked at her and into the window behind her.
"I'm just worried. I mean Mom was so worried, what if something happens," Morgan said.
A tour bus started it's engine and a woman ran out towards it.
"Nothing will happen, I promise," Beth said.
"Five twenty five," the man at the counter said.
"What," Morgan said.
"The man's just telling that dude the price. Come on let's get the gas and go
Morgan looked at the clock. Five fifty nine.
"We've only been driving for thirty minutes, I filled the tank last night it shouldn't be empty," Morgan said.
"So," Beth said.
Morgan looked out into the parking lot. The man with the cigarette stood at the car opposite theirs. The bus pulled forward, trying to turn at an impossible angle, it would collide with his car.
"A leak. there's a leak on the car," Morgan said.
"So we'll just have it checked out now come on," Beth said.
Morgan walked to the door and saw the fuel laced sneaker print.
"Oh shit," Morgan said.
"What," Beth said.
It was an instant of moments. The bus smashed into the man's car. The man became irate and threw his cigarette which ignited the fuel puddle below the car. Morgan took a step back as Beth watched in horror as the fuel streamed out of the engine. The flame followed the stream into the car and in an instant it exploded.
"No," Beth screamed.
The flames filled the lot. Another car ignited in flames. The smoking man had fallen to the ground covered in shrapnel.
The second car exploded, followed by the smoking man's car. A window broke as piece of metal ripped through it. Morgan watched, tears flowing down her face. The bus reared back and into the store breaking the windows and knocking down the rack. It pulled a sharp left and slammed the gas down speeding itself through the pumps. The bus didn't make it too much further though, as the gas station rumbled.
An explosion ripped through the parking lot, the glass on all the windows broke as the flames disintegrated everything in it's path. Beth's screams faded as Morgan's flesh burned away in the purest form of omniscient pain.