The way home
Erica's pov.
Driving i hate it, sure driving to the store is fine but a six hour drive to my parents house is not fun. I didn't get to see them for Thanksgiving with school projects due right after brake but this time I made sure everything was on order before I left and even brought my books with just in case I get a email from my teachers. I've been on the road for three hours already so just three to go. Right now though I just want to be out of the woods. They are always scary at night, even if it's only six pm. They just have that creepy getting dark before the rest of the world feeling. So not trying to look out the side windows to much I keep driving wanting to get to the next town which should be about 10 miles from here. I turn up my music to try to calm my nerves.
"Well at least I know I'm not alone in the woods" I say to myself as I drove by a bar with a line of bikes sitting in front of it. Why have a bar in the middle of nowhere I have no idea. Doesn't seem like it would get alot of people out here, but maybe that's how the owner like it.
"Maybe it's a murder bar" I laugh at my own lame joke to try to calm my nerves. I keep driving still thinking about the random bar in the woods when I hear a loud POP and I'm losing control. Pulling to the side while stopping proved to be hard but after what felt like a hour but probably only a minute I'm on the side of the rode. Taking a minute to get my breathing back together and to be thankful im alive.
I get out of the car and slowly look around in. As I walk around the back is when I see it. My tire looks like it got into a fight with a shredder and lost.
"Shit" I yell.
"Just my luck" I mumble while walking to my trunk. Opening it i start to move everything around so I can get to the spare. Opening the hatch I see my spare now to find the wrench. Looking around i start freaking out I'm not finding it. I know last time I saw it was while packing.
"It has to be in here." I say aloud worried. Then it hits me harder then a semi truck.
I never put them back in the trunk.
"Fuck" I screamed I'm so mad at myself I took everything seriously while packing my trunk and I seriously left those sitting next to my car. Well someone just got a free kit cause I doubt it will still be sitting there in two weeks.
Pulling out my cellphone to call for a tow is when I realised how fucked I am. There is no service, no bars, no nothing. Looking around all I see is woods. Those dark ass spooky things that hold everything that wants to kill you in it.
Jumping back into the driver's seat I start wondering what to do. I could sit and wait for a car to go by and maybe they will help. Looking outside again into the darkness not sure if I can live that long I think about the next town can't be more then nine miles from me now. But those woods on either side of me, nothing in-between again not sure if I'll live threw that walk. There's the bar I past that can't be more the a half mile back but the murder owner.
I frown at myself, why did I make that joke. I mean they can't really kill people right? They just like to drink in woods. But who else but murders do that?
"Fuck!" I yell hitting my steering wheel. None of my chooses seem good. Get eating in my car waiting, get eaten walking to town, or be murdered at a random bar in the middle of nowhere. After taking a good ten minutes to decide and not seeing a single car I decided my best bet is the bar. At least there I gotta fifty fifty on what will happen.
Oh fuck I just realized I have to still get there.
