36
The road was becoming windy and the day was getting murkier with the dark clouds that hung above their heads. It was the afternoon, but it'd soon be the evening again and the darkness would only increase the danger.
Owen continued to swerve around the bendy road, going too fast for Ianto's liking with the babies in the car, and once he found a long stretch of road that descended he began to slow down.
In the distance they could see a figure standing with its back to them.
Owen eventually brought the car to a stop, unsure what to do next.
No one in the vehicle spoke and they could see the man in the distance slowly turning around. Maybe he could hear the engine. The figure that was over a hundred yards away began to slowly walk towards the SUV.
"Maybe it's not one of them." Gwen looked on from the back, shivers running down her spine.
The man then began to sprint towards them, forcing Jack to say, "It's definitely one of them."
"Reverse!" Ianto urged the dithering driver. "Fucking reverse and go the other way!"
Owen slipped the car into gear and hit the accelerator.
He got to third gear and reached almost forty; they all screamed out as the vehicle smashed into the Hitcher.
It hit the bonnet, and went over the roof and landed on the other side. Owen stopped the car and looked at the body in the rear-view mirror. It was lying on the road, curled up, but it was twitching and wasn't quite dead yet.
"What the fuck are you waiting for?" yelled Ianto.
Gwen didn't say anything; she just sat in the back seat and sobbed.
Owen slipped the car into reverse and shot backwards.
All jumped up a little as the car went over the body, and again when he brought it forwards.
Owen looked in the rear-view mirror, with a smile on his face, as he drove away.
The body was motionless. "Try and get up from that, you cunt."
"I'm sorry." Ianto had his hands on his head and moaned, "You're not enjoying this, are you?"
"Of course not. Just needed to make sure." Owen then took a quick look over his shoulder. "You alright in the back?"
"I think I've pissed myself," said Sue.
"Lovely."
The vehicle hit a steep road and Ianto looked out of his passenger window. The hills of this area was really a sight to behold. As soon as the vehicle went over the tip of the hill the view was even more spectacular.
"Look!" Rhiannon screamed.
They could see a white building up ahead, on the left hand side.
"Careful," warned Ianto. "It may not be safe."
As they got closer they could see that the large building was an inn called The White Horse.
"It seems bare enough," Jack said, as the Renault turned into the car park. There was a black Subaru jeep in the car park, and they assumed that this vehicle belonged to the owner or owners of this fine establishment.
Owen parked up, pulled the handbrake up and switched off the engine.
They looked through the windscreen and glared at the back of the pub, unsure what to do next.
"So?" Sue was the first person to speak up. "What do we do now?"
Ianto opened the passenger door, clutching onto the shotgun. "We go in"
Ianto tried the door of the pub and gave it a little push with his hand as memories of the cannibals ticked the back of his mind.
He told Jack to hold the shotgun, and then gave the door a heavier nudge with his shoulder. He tried again, winced, and began rubbing his deltoid.
Sue giggled, "Looks easier in the movies."
Ianto never responded and blushed a little because of his pathetic attempt to break down the door. He took the shotgun off of Jack and began to think.
"Maybe if I..." He pointed the gun at the door, at where the lock could be, but protests from Jack and Sue thwarted his idea.
"Don't be a fucking idiot, Ianto?" Jack slapped him across the shoulder. "There's none of those freaks here, but one blast could ruin that."
"It's the only way."
"No it's not."
"Have you got any better suggestions?"
"Yeah," a voice came from above them, making them all gasp. They all looked up and could see a bald, hard-looking man hanging out of his window, glaring at them.
"You could always just knock. You're not the sharpest crayon in the toolbox, are you?"
Jack leaned in and whispered to Ianto. "Doesn't he mean...tool?"