The wind gently blows through the car wreckage, whisking through the smoke that slowly drifts up from the engine, he slowly leans back in the seat and feels the warm flow of blood run down from his forehead, his arm feels hot, but for now, there is no pain. He looks across at the woman beside him and her lifeless, unorganisable eyes stare towards him, he studies her face for some times, trying to catch a glimpse of a memory of her, who was she, was she important to him, should he be upset she’s dead, but more importantly, as it keeps coming to him the whole time he stares at this stranger beside him, who is he? He forces his door open and crashes to the ground with a thud, for the next few minutes he wriggles and writhes on the ground as he feels nothing but pain from his arm, whatever he has done, falling out of the car door aggravated it to no end.
“You right there fella?” a voice yells out to him, he looks around and sees an old man with a long white bushy beard and a red and black patterned shirt on.
“Oh thank god, I thought I was going to die out here.”
“Take it easy, I’ll be down to you soon enough, how the hell did you manage to end up down here?”
“I have no idea,” he replies as he lets out a laugh of relief.
“Anyone else in the car?”
“A woman, but she’s gone.”
“Ah shit, you hold on, I’ll be down soon enough.”
He lies there waiting for the man to get down to him, “Thank god you came along, I don’t know how long I’ve been stuck down here and I don’t remember how it happened.”
“Don’t you worry boy, I’ll be down there soon enough and we’ll get you into town so the local doc can take a look at you,” the old man says, he hears the passenger door to the car open and he can just see the old man drag the woman’s body out of the car, the old man gives him a toothy smile. “I’ll be there in a minute boy.” Its then that he remembers the car swerving and the woman, Jane, her name was Jane. She was screaming at him as the truck smashed into their back again, he lost control, the car swerved and the steering wheel twisted out of his hands as the car smashed into the railing on the side of the road and leapt over the embankment. His eyes open wide with fear as he sees his face, the old mans, all twisted and deranged as he sits behind the steering wheel of the truck as it comes to a stop on the hill.
“You did this!” he screams as he old man comes from around the side of the car, an axe in one hand, and Jane’s body over his shoulder.
“Come on now son, don’t be like that,” he says as the rolls Janes body off his should and it crashes into the ground and with one powerful swing drives the axe deep into his head. “You’ll taste better if you ain’t so afraid.”
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