A Semester Off

He may have been some kind of demonic monster, but you killed him. You need to get away.

You file to take a semester off and the next day you are on the road. You decide to head back and see your mom.

You hit the road in your economy car. You enjoy watching the countryside go by. Out here you can imagine there are no such things as demons.

You stop and the spend the night at a cheap motel and resume your drive the next morning.

You are approaching the desert and you are low on gas. You see a gas station up ahead advertising it’s the last one for a hundred miles. You pull in.

The station is oddly deserted. You begin pumping gas when you hear motorcycles in the distance.

“Shit!”

You aren’t going to wait for the tank to fill up. You pull out a twenty to leave by the pump. You hope you have enough gas.

You pull out the hose and put it back on the hook. You close your tank and hop in your car.you see the motorcycles. You floor your gas, hoping they haven’t seen you.

Clearly they have. They speed up and are gaining. Your car is going one hundred ten. One of the motorcycles pulls alongside you. Suddenly, your tire blows.

“Shit!”

You manage to safely pull over. About two dozen motorcycles surround you.

You cross your fingers. After all, they might be friendly. If not, they’re picking on the wrong girl.