Falling down holes. Getting covered in dirt and dust. Almost getting killed by..who knows what. Is something that I have never looked forward to. But I had seemed to have dreamt about it after I managed to fall asleep with my face plastured against the window. A pot hole was my wakeup call.

I glared at Ray rubbing the side of my face, "You...did that...on purpose."

"Never."

I looked into the back of the van. I leaned back against my window and then yawned staring down at the rearview mirror. I blinked then rubbed my eyes and looked back into the mirror.

"Something...catching your eye?"

I turned around and looked through the back window again. "I just think I see something."

Something nudged the side of the car as it veered to the right as I once again smacked my head off the window.

Ray looked at me. "Did you shift your weight or something?"

"Me? You ran over a cow!"

"I did not!"

"THEN WHAT WAS THAT?"

"YOU TELL ME!"

Ray stopped yelling at me and leaned against his window wide eyed.

"What?" I turned around, "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT."

Ray locked the doors and slammed his foot on the petal as we rammed forward.

"Did you see it." I was freaking out. Never ever had I seen anything like that.

"It was one of those things."

"One of what?" I looked at him.

"A Turkinda."

"...A freaking scary monster."

"It's a type of dog."

"Thatttttts dandy."

I sighed. "Don't...cars run on something?"

"Yes."

"Doesn't it...run out?"

Ray glared at me. "Shut up."

Sure enough a car runs on gas. And us driving for as long as we had it was infact running low. Very low. Infact...it was gone.

We had stopped completly.

"You have extra gas."

"I wouldn't be a travler if I didn't." He looked out his window and into the mirror. "They're far enough for me to fill it. You have to help though."

I looked at him. "I what..?" I have never been this afraid of something. Living in a small secluded town there was nothing really to ever fear. Except for the old people who lived up on the old hill in the far corner of town.

"You have to help me." He dove into the back of the van and threw things all over the place then handed me an orange tank of gas. "Go outside and in the back area there will be a square, open it, take off the cap and pour it into the tube.

"Why me!"

"I'll be out in a second." He pulled out a gun. A Colt 1911 A1 to be exact. I had never really seen a gun that close but I didn't care. I just wanted to get away from those things.

I opend the door and ran to the back of the van. I put the tank on the ground and opened up the seal then un screwed the cap. I pulled up the tank dropping it and spilling a little.

Ray came out. "IDIOT!"

I picked it up and stick it in and poured the fuel into it.

"THAT'S ENOUGH."

I took it out and put the cap back on the top of the tube of the tank. I looked for the cap that went onto the gas tank. It had managed its way under the van. I looked up and Ray was aiming. I looked forward and saw the black dots coming. They howled.

I flipped out.

Ray didn't look at me, "FIND IT!"

I got down on the ground and reached to under the van. The glove I was wearing was starting to come off. I had felt it. I pulled it out. A...rabbits foot. I threw it off to the side and then went back to looking for the cap. Then I found it. Finally. I pulled it out rolling over and heard a gunshot. I covered my head with my arms and heard one of the animals whimper. I looked up and saw on lying on the ground. Ray's eyes had gotten huge. And he was panting but he kept his eyes on the animals. I had stood up really slowly and began to put the cap on. and then shut the little door over it. I picked up the tank and and looked at Ray. "We can leave." He blinked. He let off 3 more shots as the animals jumped back in fear but then stepped forward.

"Get in the van."

I blinked.

"GET IN THE VAN!"

I turned around and one of them tackled me to the ground.

Pitch black and a gun shot.