BigBadBubba: sorry for my mathematical errors. The truth is, I suck at math. If you go back to my first chapter, I said TCM 2 came out in 1981. It came out in '87. I suck!
Basically I wanted to keep Carrie at a young age where carrying a doll around would be acceptable. I mean, have you ever seen a 10 year old carry a doll around with her?
Mindy and Carrie sat up in bed coughing and sneezing as Thomas and Chop Top ran back and forth through their hideout getting anything they wanted.
"Daddy, I want orange juice", Carrie said.
Thomas ran out of the room to get her some juice.
"Chop, do we have any more tissues?" Mindy sniffled.
"No, we don't have any!" Chop Top said. "Use something else."
"I can't, unless you find something else I can use to blow my nose."
"Fine!" he said walking out of the room.
Thomas came back with a cup of juice for Carrie. She took it and started drinking.
"Carrie, what do we say?" Mindy said.
"Thank you, Daddy."
"Good girl."
"Mommy, can we watch TV?" Carrie asked.
"No", Mindy answered. "After you finish your juice, Daddy's going to put you in your room for a nap."
"A nap?" Carrie asked. "Why do I need to take a nap?"
"Because you're sick, honey. A nap will help you get better faster."
"Are you going to take one too?"
"Yes, Mommy needs her rest too. Finish up your juice so Daddy can put you to bed."
Carrie nodded as she gulped down the orange juice. Thomas picked her up in his arms and carried her to her room. Chop Top came walking back with a roll of toilet paper.
"This is all we have", he said.
"Fine", Mindy said taking it. "Would you mind if I listened to the radio."
"No", Chop Top said. "Turn it on. Maybe my favorite DJ's on!"
"I got to keep it low. Carrie's resting in the next room."
Mindy turned the radio on low. It was loud enough just for them to hear it.
"So here's a special request we're doing this afternoon and tonight."
"It's her!" Chop Top said. "She's my fave!"
"Shh", Mindy said. "What's this about a request for the rest of the day?"
"You stay, you listeners. Know we're playing this every hour…this is for Lefty."
"Lefty? Who the hell is Lefty?"
"Shh!"
They were greeted by the sound of a buzzing chainsaw.
"Tommy, is that you?" Mindy asked.
Thomas came into the room empty-handed. His chainsaw wasn't with him, but the loud buzzing continued loud and clear. The chainsaw was followed by two people screaming.
"Wait", Mindy said. "Aren't those the two kids we killed last night?"
Thomas nodded. It sounded just like the kids. They said the same things from last night.
"Oh my god", Mindy said. "How did this get on the radio?"
"What's going to happen now?" Chop Top asked. "She knows."
"We're going to have to tell Drayton, I guess."
Drayton laughed as he drove his snack truck through Texas, heading toward the hideout.
"Number one again!" he said. "Drayton did it again! I'm number one. Number one! The Sawyers are number one!"
He laughed as he looked at his trophy from the chili cook-off which sat next to him. He settled down as the phone in the truck started ringing.
"Last Round Up Rolling Grill, we're still number one!"
"Drayton, it's Mindy."
"I told you and the boys and I told you!" Drayton yelled. "Don't call on this phone, damn it! Now get off!"
"Drayton, wait", she coughed.
"What?" he asked.
"Someone must've spotted us last night. Turn on the radio."
"What's on the radio?"
"Someone recorded last night's kill and it's on the radio now."
"Now don't bullshit me", Drayton said as he turned on the radio. "I won't—"
"Drayton, I'm not kidding", Mindy said. "It's on the radio!"
"Alright, what station?' he asked.
"KOKLA."
"This ain't no joke?"
"No, I'm serious."
Drayton stopped talking as soon as he heard the sound of the chainsaw running on the radio. Someone had recorded them.
"You…you've done it again!" he yelled.
"I know and I'm sorry", Mindy said. "I had no idea there was anyone else around."
"You coonshits", Drayton said. "You fudge packers, you'll be the death of me yet!"
He hung up the phone as he pulled over on the side of the road.