“I can’t wait to get to Rachael’s house we are going to love it there no hassle we can live together without anyone disturbing us.”
“Yeah, it’ll be great” replied Rick wearingly tired from a full day of driving.
The next day they were off again on the road just the two of them happily journeying to their future life in peace. The dry desert seemed to go on for miles nothing was living. Just dirt. The midday sun was unbearable and even with air conditioning both Rick and Chrissie could feel the heat. As they drove they began to see something nearer and nearer they went and found a car which looked like it had broken down. Rick stopped to investigate, he looked to see if anyone was around but found no one.
“What is it Rick?” questioned Chrissie nervously
“There’s nothing here. Guy must have broken down and couldn’t get it started so, by the looks of it he or she abandoned it and started walking.”
He got back in and continued their journey. But what Rick had failed to realise was that there was something there. Something lifeless. Something mangled. Something murdered.
After a while they saw a man, he had a large rucksack and was staggering alongside the road as if he was going to collapse any time.
“Rick look over there! Pull over give him a ride he looks like he’s going to die” exclaimed Chrissie
Rick complied and pulled over.
“What happened? Why are you walking on a deserted road? Oh, that must have been your car we saw earlier,” said Rick
“Yeah that was mine, it broke down, and I couldn’t get it started again so I started walking. It’s a killer walking for an hour with a heavy rucksack,” replied the man his face was glistening with sweat. He had heavy stubble, shirt, wild hair and was wearing black leather jacket around his waist
“Where do you need to go?” asked Rick
“Ramsworth, it’s a good few hundred miles from here”
“And you were going to walk that distance!?” chuckled Rick sarcastically “Jump in, that’s near enough where we’re heading,” he said contentedly.
“Oh thanks you are a life saver! I’m Bob by the way, Bob Wright.”
“Hi, I’m Rick and this is Chrissie.”
“HI!” said Chrissie cheerfully. Rick assisted Bob in putting the large rucksack in the back and they both went back into the car and drove on.
“So where you going?” asked Bob
“Hillgrove,” replied Chrissie
“I see, so what you two are brother and sister?”
“No,” laughed Rick “We’re boyfriend and girlfriend”
“Oh of course! How could I not tell, she’s beautiful man! I bet you can’t keep your hands off of her,” he said patting Rick on the back. “You don’t have anything to eat do you, only I’ve haven’t had anything to eat or drink for hours.”
“Oh right, yeah it’s in the back,” said Chrissie sympathetically. He rummaged around a bit and soon found a packet of crisps and can of coke.
“Is this it?!” snorted Bob unappreciatively
“Well excuse me; at least be thankful that we are giving you something to eat” yelled Chrissie irritably.
“Woah, calm down babe-”
All of a sudden a high pitch noise arose, the tyres started screeching.
Rick had stopped the car. He got out. Opened the back door and took Bob’s bag and chucked to the floor.
“Hey what do you think you are doing?” shouted Bob
“GET OUT!” Yelled Rick aggressively “Get out now! No one calls Chrissie a ‘babe’.” He started pulling Bob out of the car legs first.
“I don’t think so” said Bob pulling out a gun. Chrissie shrieked. Rick instantly stopped pulling and put his hands up in the air.
“Turn around,” ordered Bob with a smirk on his face. He took aim and clicked his gun into a ready position.
“NO!” shrieked Chrissie
She threw herself onto Bob in attempt to protect Rick from being shot. She struggled against his strength. Rick twisted around and joined the fight to try and disarm Bob. Both their hands were on Bob gun tugging. Bob started firing the gun. Bullets started flying in all directions. One narrowly missed Rick’s arm. This only angered him more. Letting go, Rick clenched his hand into a fist, and with his entire mite gave Bob the hardest blow he had ever given anyone before. Blood splattered across the window and seats from his nose and mouth. With that one punch he had knocked him out unconscious. The gun dropped to the floor with a low thud. Both Rick and Chrissie looked at each other and then to the insentient Bob.
“Aargh!” yelled Rick in pain. In all the conflict Rick had not realised that Bob had stabbed him with his free hand. He fell to the ground. Blood was pouring through his t-shirt giving it a large red stain.
“RICK!” screamed Chrissie hysterically. She was sobbing over him hugging him and reassuring him that he would be OK but inside she knew as well as he did that he wasn’t going to make. Infuriated, she turned around with the look of death in her eyes. These turned to eyes with horror in them. Bob was no longer lying unconscious on the seat. The dirt filled gun was no longer on the floor. Bob was now standing, groggy from the punch, with his gun his hand
“You bastard!” cried Chrissie now advancing towards Bob, her eyes bloodshot.
“I told you before: calm… down” he said serenely. Two loud bangs emerged from the gun in his hand. He had shot her. Now she also was bleeding uncontrollably and fell down to the ground where she laid still. She was dead. The colour went from her once joyous face. All that laid there was a pale dead body. He walked over to Rick who still was in agony. From the floor he could only see a silhouette of Bob he was unable to see the evil eyes gazing down upon him, he just laid there awaiting his fate.
“It’s a shame I had to kill to her. She really was a real ‘babe’,” leered Bob.
He turned back. Opened the car boot and dragged the bodies and then piled them both into the cramped space and forced the door shut. Took his large rucksack and started staggering alongside the road….
