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Mort approached the truck. He looked through the window disgustedly. He didn't want to do it. He couldn't do it. He wouldn't do it... But he had to do it.
He pulled his sleeve over his hand and opened the passenger door. Mort looked at the dead men. The door opened a bit further, causing the truck to shake. He sighed and climbed onto the passenger seat, onto the axe. Startled, he pushed it onto the floor.
He went up close to the man in the driver's seat with the screwdriver in his head and looked at him. Mort breathed in deeply, then blew out the air. He placed his hand up to the handle of the screwdriver, but then chickened out.
He looked at the floor and grabbed a piece of paper that he saw. His covered hand advanced to the handle of the screwdriver. The man in the backseat's body fell over and Mort jumped. "Whoa!" He yelled, looking at the fallen man. Then he turned back to the other man and proceeded with removing the screwdriver.
He turned his head away and his wrapped hand closed over the screwdriver. He pulled it out of the man's skull and it made a squishing noise. Mort almost puked when he heard the sound.
Then when he looked at the screwdriver he wanted to puke even more. The screwdriver was covered in blood and there were pieces of... he didn't want to think about it. Mort wiped the stuff off of the screwdriver with the paper he had used to pull it out. Then he grabbed the axe up from off the floor and got out of the truck. He threw the screwdriver and axe down in the grass and shut the passenger's door.
Mort started the truck and turned the parking break from park to drive. He slowly guided it down the path, knowing that the path eventually led to the edge of a cliff.
The truck built up speed and Mort was now jogging along with it.
The truck hit a bump in the road and sent the man in the driver's seat's head into the horn. It honked loudly and Mort was flustered by it. "Oh!" He yelled and pushed the man's head off of the horn. As the head was removed, he saw that his hand was caught on the steering wheel by his watch.
Mort shook his hand, trying to free himself. The car was nearing the end of the path and was just about to go over the cliff. He furiously pulled his hand and managed to get loose just in time before the truck crashed off the cliff and into the water.
Mort caught his balance and prevented himself from going over. The truck hit the water and sank below. Mort watched as it disappeared into the darkness.