Wyatt somewhat agreed with that, even if it was dangerous. "I guess that makes sense."

"Yeah, it does!" Eddie yelled back.

"God.. You are covered in that guy's blood." Wyatt commented after seconds of dark driving.

"Shut up, man.. I think some of it's in my mouth." The stoned driver said sorrowfully.

"Sorry." Wyatt simply replied, looking out the cracked window.

"Roads fine, man. No lights and we're golden." Eddie remarked confidently.

"Sure, man, whatever you say. I gotta ask, did you mean to kill that dude?"

"What? No, of course not! I thought he was one of those things. 'Guys taking a shit over here' that's all they had to say." Eddie answered.

"I got it. Maybe we should hurry up outta here in case that guy is still on us?" His friend questioned.

"Whatever, can you see if there's any more sticky in the glove box?" Wyatt instinctively rolled his eyes, opening the glove compartment. "Did you find any?" Eddie asked, speeding the car up like Wyatt wanted.

"I don't see anything.. What I do see is that ammo that you 'lost' last week." Wyatt teased, picking up the bullets to load the gun.

"Oh my god, really? But is there any weed?" Eddie joked, watching disappointingly as Wyatt began reloading the gun, already giving up on the quest for marijuana.

"There was this one time I was going with this girl, right, Abigail —you remember her— and she told me that, when she was five I think, that her dad took her to this circus sideshow. They walked around for a little bit, saw the chick with two heads, saw the dude with lobster hands, some kind of monkey human with a dick for a face, I dunno. She also said there was a little girl the size of an apple, but I called bullshit on that one." Eddie started, trying to focus on anything but their situation. Wyatt was not amused.

"The point is, she saw this one dude, standing there, buck naked and singing this weird-" Eddie paused, examining Wyatts annoyed expression. "Are you even listening to me?" No response. "The guy peed on her dad."

Wyatt rolled his eyes, placing the pistol back on the dash. Suddenly, in the road something was hit, blood spattered the windshield and something flew off in the other direction. The car stopped and the two sat there, gasping for air.

"Holy shit.. What the fuck was that? Was that a guy? Wyatt, was that a guy or not?" Eddie asked slowly.

"I don't know! Maybe?" Wyatt replied angrily. Eddie replied by punching the steering wheel.

"This night is so fucked man!" Eddie vented out, clutching the steering wheel.

"Could've been a muncher, you never know! Besides, what about that guy following us? If we stop to look for some dude then we're found for sure." Wyatt replied.

"Shit.. okay, what the hell do you think we should do?!" Eddie asked impatiently.

Choices:

A: We should get out of here while we still can.

B: I'll go look for that guy.

C: You go look for that guy.

D: Let's both go look for that guy.

Relationships (Wyatt):

Eddie is your best friend, and appreciates that you agreed with him. 10/10

That guy in the truck is still looking for you. 0/10