losing hope/first steps ch12.
#8 of losing hope
I look over Alex's body for a long time inspecting the large gunshot wound in his head,
I start to poke at it, it feels fleashy and sticky flies buzz around me I swat them but they don't go away
I take out my phone and call a local tow service and hospital to help with the body,
then, get back into Todd's car and drive off.
I start my drive to Maine "where in the hell could they be!," I hollar,
two and one half hours later I make it to Maine
tired and wirey I stop and pull into an abandoned lot and drift off to sleep,
dreaming about Alex and, having hot,steamy sex.
In the morning I drive to get gas I pull into a filling station and hand the attendedent a twenty
"keep the change," I tell her, "well thanks!," she replies.
a few minutes later I pull out and continue on my way
the car back-fires "oh shit," I scream.
I pull over and open the hood smoke billows from the opening
in the engine compartment, I fan it away.
first I check the oil "god damn it!," I whine, I pop the trunk luckly there's a brand new container
"there we go," I sigh.
After the oils topped off I slam the hood down and start the engine it sputters at first but, turns over
I take out my phone and unlock it "Google, 1995 Ford Taurus SE specs," I say
"OK, so if this car's engine is a 3.0 liter v6 with an H.P. of 140
and a theoretical top speed of 117 then, I should make it back to
California by... Friday? yeah."
I sence something, so instead of driving back to California I head south to Arazonia
driving as fast as I can, I hit the Arizona state line at 3 in morning
and drive onward I put the car in neutral on the side of the road
and again drift off... once I awaken I head further into the hot,dusty climate.