It was dark as pitch out here & my head was killing me as I walked along the deserted highway gas can in hand. The desert night was warm & there was a sliver of moon hanging in the night sky but I was not here to enjoy the scenery.
Getting away had been the easy part but now I had to find some damn gas or it was over. Or another vehicle.
I hesitated and looked back the way I had come swatting at the variety of buzzing insects around my head. Nothing had passed me on this god forsaken road since my truck ran out of gas. Gravel crunched under my feet as I trudged on & just as I was beginning to think I'd never find anything for miles I.....
...noticed a fading light in what appeared to be a couple of miles away. Or at least I thought I saw it. I mean, it’s easy to be tricked when every bug in this God forsaken desert decides to make a condo out of my eye and ears? I started to hurry.
Silence, the horrible silence. This place was supposed to be deserted but my steps over the dirt sounded loud enough for me to believe anyone could be hearing me. Watching me. Following me. Shit! I started to get real paranoid quick. Bad time for a breakdown. Can’t let that happen now you idiot!
My head was pounding. I could feel the flow of blood going in and out of my brain. Pulse. Pulse. Pain. Every step. Every buzz. How long could it be?
The light was still out there. I was holding my breath but it didn’t seem to get any closer. What a ridiculous story to tell. A grown up with a Hercules size headache racing flies and mosquitoes to reach a light that might as well be a night mirage.
Why did the night have to be so silent?
No birds. No wind. Not even a lousy rattlesnake. I was alone and the light was far away and the lord of flies seemed as he wanted to break me into pieces. My head was crackling like burnt toast. No rest for the wicked I suppose. No rest at all.
After five minutes or so I came to a shock. I was so busy lamenting about my lack of luck that I failed to notice the light was finally getting closer. The bugs had given up on my left ear. And I definitely wasn’t running over the filthy dirt anymore. I was…
hurrying down a paved road, still unable to make out the edges of a town. But the light had to be coming from somewhere.
The crackling in my head grew more severe as I wondered what would happen when I did find help. People weren't too kind to strangers who showed up in the middle of the night stained with blood. I gritted my teeth and walked on hoping the gas station attendant would be some punk kid too stoned to notice my macabre attire.
The flies continued to pursue me drawn to the nourishing fluid that stained my flesh. I slapped my arm and felt the body squish beneath my blow. It struck me again how easy it was to bring harm. But there was no time to think about that, I had to...
find gas real quick. Trying to forget the hammering in my temples and focus my entire attention to the light far ahead proves difficult. Each step is hell itself, breathing is shallow and I thought I heard a pathetic moan somewhere when actually the sound came from my dried up lips.
As the light ahead expanded with each step I took, my heart began to pound furiously.
I could make out the outline of a building now short and squat. The light perched on a corner. I hurried my pace, hoping to see a human being. Or a vehicle I could siphon from. My head clearing I realized the latter would be the better option. Then I could get back to Clarisse.
I shook my head clear the viscera from my thoughts. It didn't happen. She would be smiling when I got back and ready to get going. She was a bubbly little thing and didn't deserve this.
I came to a fence guarding the perimeter of the building and the vehicles in the lot. Not a person in view. I...
was covered in blood, sweat stained and bone tired. How was I going to get over the fence? My mind reeled without water.
Clarisse was waiting, or maybe she wasn't I had been gone all night and most of the morning. I had told her I would be right back. She couldn't wait forever we were on the run from the cops. She had helped me kill the man for the truck but we weren't out of the woods by any means. And here I was almost dead with no way back yet.
I walked around the fence with a new determination nursing a wicked thirst. The place really was deserted I saw nobody around. No guards either. It seemed to be some kind of medical building although I saw no patients coming or going. Then I saw it, a hole in the fence just my luck! A small hole but I could enlarge it. I made quick work of it and was soon standing beside a car. I tried the door expecting it to be locked. It wasn't so I let myself in.
I hadn't sat down for many miles and my boots were killing me. I peered in the mirror and didn't recognize myself at all. Unshaven, filthy and unbeknownst to me I even had some blood on my cheek underneath the insect bites.
Letting a groan escape my lips I noticed they hurt and were cracked. I needed water and something to eat. Water! It was imperative I find some or there would be no getting back to Clarisse.
I jumped out of the car with renewed vigor looking around before I popped the hood. Everything looked good so I hot wired it and was rewarded by the sound of the engine running. Just my luck there was almost a full tank of gas!
I still needed to find some water and the only place to get it would be that medical building. I…
scoped it out and saw no guards so I picked up a rock and heaved it at the nearest window. After knocking some shards loose, I scooted through the hole and dropped to my feet in the broken glass.
Empty, stained cots lined the room. Glinting surgical tools hung from the far wall. Blood stained the floor. I forgot my thirst.
I had to get back to Clarisse, but the place drew me in. I had to see more. I had to…
I heard a noise behind me and spun around but too late!
I came to with an aching head right where I had started in the beginning of this terrible turn of events. A head with a sledge hammer working inside.
Now I needed water badly and I was so hungry my stomach was eating itself. My mouth tasted sour and I felt fuzzy...wait, have I been drugged?
I wanted to wipe my mouth but the motion of my arm was stopped by something. I pulled again.
My eyesight was blurry and the room was spinning round. All I could make out was white and some red smears. I could make out some people walking around that's all I could do or say.
Clarisse will be gone by now and there's no sense in going back. This thought came to me in waves like the Pink Floyd song. Why was I thinking of Pink Floyd at a time like this?
A blurry figure came over to me and without speaking and got close enough for me to see she was a nurse. She looked at my vital signs head bobbing as it swam around my view. She reached way above my head and did something with a tube.
I can't describe the feeling that flowed into all parts of my body. What is this wonderful feeling and where has it been all my...
I clutched, or would of clutched at my heart if I hadn't been in restraints as it began to race. I started seizing.
My last and only thought was of Clarisse that sweet bubbly thing that hunted and killed with me. She didn't deserve this.
At that I took my last gasp of life.