Take the back road route.
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*[[Come to terms with the fact that you're a necrophiliac, and finally get your chance with Melanie.]] | *[[Come to terms with the fact that you're a necrophiliac, and finally get your chance with Melanie.]] | ||
Revision as of 19:58, 21 May 2015
"Hang in there Melanie. It won't be long now," you say quietly. You put the pedal to the metal as much as you can, careful not to move faster than your headlights afford you vision, and trying to miss as many bumps along the way as possible.
The roads in town are all the same: dark, littered with cars and bodies, and constricted. You have to slow down several times to pass vehicles, and occasionally you see movement in the darkness, or shadows in the headlights of stalled cars. You don't stop. You keep pushing through the rain and the wind, desperately trying to find the quickest way to the hospital.
You stop at a four way intersection, trying to look out the windows to find the best path to take, and hear Melanie groan. You turn to check on her, and find her motionless. One eye is wide and the other is half-lidded. Her mouth is agape, and she doesn't seem to breathing. You reach back and check for a pulse, finding none. You've lost her.
You sit for awhile, reeling from the loss. You alternate between pounding your hands on the steering wheel, fighting the urge to cry, and trying to sort out what to do.
