You really didn't want to go on this trip.
You sit in the backseat, sulking and anxious. Your friends are having a fun time laughing about how creepy and dark it is while they navigate their way through the woods with their headlights on, not that it helps.
The whirling of the snow is like the wailing of a banshee.
Modern GPS is a savior, you hear them keep saying. Without it they would have been lost ages ago, and then they would've had to wait till morning in the car.
That doesn't make it feel any better.
They're not dumb. The gas tank is 3/4ths full and there's a gun in the trunk just in case. They weren't going to rush into the wilderness unprepared. Besides, they're not going to veer off the road or anything, and they can always backtrack.
The darkness is suffocating.
They start to quiet down. Something is wrong. The GPS says that you should be in the clear by now, there should be a town here, or at least the beginning's of one. Maybe the buildings are obscured by the darkness?
The car is silent.
A fatal mistake. A slip into a small ravine at the side of the road that was impossible to see. The car is angled slightly now, and doesn't budge, now matter how aggressively the steering wheel and gas are manipulated.
Curse words.
Your friends know this can be fixed. Everything's ok. The morning will bring less confusion anyway. But will the gas last that long? How should they know? You look out the window, trying to look up. There are no stars.
The car is humming.
Your friends decide they need to do something. They propose getting out of the car and pushing or dragging it out of the small ditch. It shouldn't be too hard. You really really don't want to join them, and they say that's ok. They get out of the car.
It's lonely now.
You look out the window again. Still nothing but darkness and the wailing snow. Shouldn't you have heard them doing something by now? A minute goes by, still nothing. There are no noises save the car and your own heartbeat.
You really shouldn't have gone on this trip.
You curl up. You knew. You knew this would happen. So then why did you allow it to? You shiver even though the car is still warm. Somehow you know, despite their previous reassurances, everything has already gone wrong. Something within you is compelling you not to go outside.
You're so exhausted.
You've been doing nothing but sitting, and yet you feel like you can't continue forward anymore. You need sleep. That'll do. It's a fitting way to end such an anxious day.
You close your eyes.
You dream. You dream of the day before the trip was even a proposition amongst your friends. You dream of a different set of weeks, and then further. Life is life, but at least you're not alone in a dying car in an empty world.
Just don't wake up.
Is that it fggt?
>>17260170
You wake up.
Your friends are banging on the car, they are yelling.
Screaming.
The doors are locked.
You reach over to unlock one of the doors, but you stop.
Are these your friends?
Between the darkness and the blizzard everything on the outside is obscured.
The figures look about the right size.
The voices sound about right.
They are getting louder.
Desperation is settling in.
The doors are locked.
Why is this double spaced? Don't start every sentence with "You" or "The" I honestly feel like you are in middle school.
2/10 At least most of it is spelled right.
>>17260211
keep it on
But stop with that retarded spacing like >>17260220 said.
