Thứ Hai, 1 tháng 1, 2018

Youtube daily game Jan 1 2018

Hi Folks! Beta: my name is BeTa

Gamma: And my name is Gamma Beta: and today marks the day of our channel's starting

Beta: and today marks the day of our channel's starting and it will be about gaming

our first game is Little fighter 2.5

today we are going to play little fighter 2.5

It's stage mode is an Important mode, its kind of a mission mode

we are surely play this stage later but before that, gamma

which stage do you want to play? Gamma: we will play 1 vs 1 championship

c'mon i'll show you my superb skills Beta: haha

Beta: ohhoooo!! stop stop stop, it's my turn to choose

Gamma: Shuu,shuu Beta: aah!! brother let my choose ....

Gamma: alright. choose your character.

Beta: Firen! i choose you(firenchu :D) your turn now gamma: i'll choose......

i'll take knight...i'll show the skill of my knight (skills at night?...*wow*)

Beta: this dragon knight only knows how to fly and spit fire...

Gamma: i'll let you see about that. beta: it doesn't have any other attacks

Gamma: hey! wat are u doing!!!

Beta: haha..ok. choose your character i won't do anything.

as i was saying, Little fighter

was developed in 1999 and it was the first of its series....*two small kids' arguing*

*random gibberish*

(they are still at it....*sleep for a while*)

........

........

........

.......

........

Gamma: stop arguing dude!let's play it already... Beta: yeah, yeah. c'mon now.

Beta: * introduces the characters*...these characters we have chosen... Gamma: this is

Dao on fourth...

later we will tell you what can he do. Beta: an old man

Beta: an old man gamma: and this is woody on 3rd place he i good at leg.....* gets cut in between*...

gamma: and this man....why did we even choose him.

beta: *get an opportunity to talk*..get him out of my face..outta my face.. *chuckles* gamma: and this aahh..

on 6th we have CHinEsE ThOr!!!!! gOd of lightning.

Beta:*confused* God of lightning, Chinese thor?....(*he will definitely lose...*)

Beta: and this guy on number 8 he is a total ashodd...this guy on 5th place

Gamma: and the guy on 8th place beta: they are tot-

total losers. one has worn an outfit and one hasn't

and he has a sword Gamma: a weird weapon! which background to choose

beta:hmmm.....i don;t know.....

forbidden tower...or bla bla bla..

oh where did the forbidden tower go..?

.....ohhh here it is...let's play

difficulty?...aah....it doesn't matter we are going to play it ourselves. LET'S FIGHT!!

Gamma: who are you going to choose? Beta: i am player 1 here and you are player 2

Gamma: player 2- gamma beta: player 1- beta

dragon knight is gamma... ohh...C'MON....

beta: hey! hey! hey! dafudge! gamma: come here and let me bite your neck

let's go my Dhanno...*some weird sound*

Beta: dhanno name doesn't suit the dragon.

AAh.....i can't run anywhere....hey! dude! come down. are you going to come down or not?

gamma: how can he fly this much....

beta: it is your doing....you can even control your dragon

......

..... gamma: why are you making waves of flame.

Beta: i don't have much attacks and my hands are not working properly....(wat??)

i guess my hands are not at their peak form. wattt?? i got hit by my own attack...

i got hit by my own attack...??? gamma: yessss...i have a skill to reverse the attacks of opponents....yeah!!

beta: there is no such thing in this game..

oh man my MP got finished.....can you see that at the top left corner Gamma:now you will-....*get cut in between*.

*beta realises something* gamma: now i will show you my true power. Beta: can you see that blue bar

that is replenishing on its own

it is the Mp. we use them to unleash our skills

and red is the Life bar- Health bar(Hp) Beta: c'mon...boi..

come on...let me open some holes in your brain..

Beta: ohhhh!!!! you are safe! one more time!! c'mon c'mon c'mon gamma: ohhhh!! i am safe

gamma: ooohh!!! i'm safe. you-....you want to beat me, hurt me....wait..just you wait.. Beta: *angry grunts*

you want to beat me ...take this and thiss...Beta: what should i do now?

Gamma: where are you going? take this

gamma: no one can defeat me. beta: my fire-

what should i use to beat you.... gamma: i am dragon king!!

gamma: take this..ohh!!! still safe?

i will be safe don't worry

where are you running? coward

Beta: my fire is not working against you? (let's make this interesting from now on)

Gamma: i am flying this is why its not working beta: i have not played since a long time.

that's why i am not able to use my skills efficiently.

i can't remember much. c'mon now,c'mon,c'mon

1 fire ball Gamma" i'm safe

one more, one more

ohh....come on,come on,co-co-co-co....... Gamma: yeah!!!

*angry grunts*

gamma: i've won

and now i'll have fun around the world..yes...i'm going now

gamma: which character will you choose now? beta:i......will choose woody

you will become useless Old Man Dao gamma:hmph!

gamma: honestly this Dao is really useless beta:yes! it doesn't have any good skills

gamma:ohh? what are you doing? why beating me?

Gamma:*regretful* this Dao doesn't know a skill. this guy is seriously useless

beta: yeh bruh he is useless

Beta: i don't use violence against elderly people...

but now you have forced me to raise my hands. *sad music starts*

take this!

oh? oh?

what are you doing?

oh?...

take this!!

*sorrowfully* take this..*sob* gamma: i wass just kidding...come here take this candy...oh?

*still crynig*

Gamma: don't make me angry.

gamma: you dare use violence against this old man. beta: yes, yes.

hahahah

beta: old sir! old sir! i was just kidding.

.... beta: old sir! please don't beat me.

gamma: you want to molest girls...huh?

take this take this... beta: what? molest boys?

i said girls..... beta: ohh..sorry..hahahah

take this you old man

i will tell your mother of your mischiefs. beta: forgive me!!!

stop right there

...

....

hm? wh- wat!!! wat da futtttt????? i died yet again???

gamma: what do you think? you can win against me? haihaihai...

i have lost 2 matches continuously...ohh man

so guys!!...i've lost 2 matches consecutively

of the first round only 2 matches more are left

we- we want you guys to subscribe to our channel

and let's see if beta can make a come back or not

if you haven't subscribed till now...

then, beta & gamma: what are you waiting for?

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The Walking Dead ( 2018 ) | A Whole New Level Of Gaming | 3D Binaural Audio || KNX47 || - Duration: 2:30.

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Watch it you....

AIDEN.....

Ohhh man

O__O

What the hell?

Whoaaaa

That ain't good

Let's do it...

Take this...

BANG!!!!

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[ENG CC] Gfriend Diss and Peace Game, ft cute sulky eunha compilation, savage sowon and smart umji - Duration: 4:49.

MC: I made a game called 'Gfriend's girlfriend'

Yuju: It sound good just by hearing the title Sinb: What is this? MC: get to know, girly, Gfriend, good game

MC: To explain this game, firstly this is a diss battle... Member... Nice yerin: I'm not playing~

MC: No... It will be fun Yuju: gonna be fun~

MC: Instead of fierce dissing, you should do girly tease, cutely, with aegyo

MC: The victim is suppose to say 'thank you' cutely

Smart Umji: Diss and Peace!

MC: I got this game idea from, you know, when you get hit on your forehead for punishment, you are suppose to say 'thank you'. what do you guys think?

Sowon: You can diss about anything? Smiley Eunha: e.g. you are a bit bad~ Cute Yuju: e.g. Ugly~ Yujeuna: Is it done like this?

MC: if you diss e.g. 'you are bad~' 'thank you~' *emotionless* you will get hit by the toy hammer by members

MC: You should act severely cutely... e.g. 'you know... recently... I think you are a bit mean...' *Wonha hit~*

MC: That wasn't severe enough??!! More cutely... Eunha: Ahhhh~

MC: I can't do this anymore~ Anyway you understood right~

MC: since I can't hit you guys, other members will be the ones judging

MC: If you all does well cutely, we will give you this as present~

MC: You know girls does manicure right.... Sowon: Nails dryer? MC: Bingo!

Smart umji: Fingertip? (Shamelessly Promoting their song) Eunha: Cute~

Savage sowon: You can only dry 1 finger at a time using that~ Eunha: Cute~

MC: Let's start~ Yuju: I will diss first right?

Nice yerin: I don't like to diss~~ Yuju: Cute dissing~

Yuju: I will (diss) yerin-unnie right~ MC: Yeah~

MC: you can be cute about it, don't have to attack strongly with your diss~

Cute Yuju: Unnie is so cute, it frustrates me~

MC: How, is it good enough?

Eunha: It is not so true.... Yerin: But since it is the first round, lets let it pass~

Sowon: Don't you have to say thank you?

Cute Yerin: thank you~

Cute Yerin: Why do you dance so well, pabo (=stupid/dumb) ?

Wonha: That is not diss~

Yuju: She (yerin) is too nice~ Sinb: Pls watch me, this is how you're suppose to do it~ Yerin: Understood~

Scared Sowon: wait a moment, you need to say thank you~

Cute sinb: Thank you so much *Turn~*

Sinb: Unnie, your post-salon hair looks better than your wake-up hair

Sowon: Thank you~ Sinb: This is what you call cute diss

MC: Right~ Nice Yerin: I don't like to diss~

Savage Sowon: I think you are shorter than a Welsh Corgi (known for short legs, Eunha nickname)

Cute Eunha: *Forced* Thank you, thank you

[In her mind, Eunha *Sulky* *Sulky*]

[In her mind, Eunha *Sulky* *Sulky*] I hate you~

[In her mind, Eunha *Sulky* *Sulky*] Don't do it~

[In her mind, Eunha *Sulky* *Sulky*]

Umji: Even though we are the shortest in Gfriend, we might be the tallest if we are compared with other teams' members

Eunha: Right, we are tall~

[Subber: you know cute sulky eunha video can go on for hours but I shall stop here]

Eunha: What should I diss... MC: It is difficult right~ Eunha: Yeah~

Cute eunha: Umji-ya..... *Hit*

Cute Eunha: I was sad, because you did grill meat for me yesterday

Sinb and MC: You ate meat?!! Eunha: I wanted to, but she grill mushrooms instead...

Cute eunha: I was disappointed...

Umji: Please hit~ Eunha: Ahh why~

Umji: Ohh head? Sowon: Of course you are suppose to hit the head for toy hammer~ Umji: Fine then...

Umji: You must be joking~

Umji: Yuju-unnie... just now...

Umji: What should I do... Eunha: There is nothing to diss about Umji: Really there is nothing to diss about~

MC: Lie then, we have no time~

Umji: Unnie, Are you even human? How can there be nothing to diss about you~

MC: Well done, we will give you the present~ Gfriend: Thank you~

Eunha: Be careful... MC: It's fine~

MC: Anyway time is up~ Sorry for scheduling only a short time~

MC: I think the game is weird... I will come up with better game ideas next time~ Nice yuju: It was fun~

Sowon: We comeback with fingertip after 8 months, please love it a lot, tang tang tang

Gfriend: Fingertip~

Yerin: Wah! We manage to harmonised~ Sowon: We are Gfriend: Gfriend~ Thank you~

MC: We are Gfriend~ *Yuju hit~*

*Subber: Thanks for watching, comment and like! *

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A game play of MM2(Murder Mystery2), How to be the Murder! (Roblox) - Duration: 4:35.

I will be trying to win this ROUND (ya mostly i am gonna fail)

At this point I was like:

I AM SOOO DUMB HOW DIDN'T I SEE THAT!

Thx For Watch

Subscribe for more and better video BYE!

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Welcome To Game Bros (ROBLOX Parkour / Comedy) - Duration: 39:06.

yo guys what's up it's the game bros and we are gonna be playing roblox

yeah yeah I'm literally playing parkour so much video and if you guys are seeing

this man let's just check if we are

watching me I'm already stopped in the park while you can't see my screen if

you're wondering who yeah I am

I'm chef de pinna which I used to go is the game don't show up for that one and

no gaming oh yeah Morty on level three and this okay so

I'm just gonna check it we lie dreaming off upper part of the time there you go

guys with my tree with less you cuz okay we are live streaming okay yeah

warden level for right beyond five everybody does and that you okay there's

somebody over there he's just standing cigars I'll just go

read first cheater let me look I gotta

take

yeah

it was off the light hey Samantha

let's give away my hard to read oh yeah

the bottle so guys I'm just gonna demo as we're stuffed

this is just real easy real riding it it's how I know my Oh Brad died

three two time I didn't even touch him

I

Hey hey guys oh I gotta yeah actually party it's done oh yeah no no no no way

and Bert say guys we try and do it very well keep doing live shows but some

tickets back trying to get started on time for some River custom personally

Tunes up okay just like that don't do copyright are they gonna give a shout

out good okay it shelter will Pope

Oh

Oh

superstars feeling like a pastor

you can see me jumping well jumping guys jumping guys no watches I'm just gonna

I'm gonna come to so fianc thing here you know buddy I can't write anything

you have to sign no I died for no reason oh my god

I'll post a level sure Oh blast I have already been on that I've only been in

luck I won't know yesterday up to the black vault and you forgot like red dots

on and they've got red lines and I showed you yesterday that's the hardest

one I think I have busted yesterday oh thank god

I just fell down it's cuz it's like different on the keyboard

cuz this piece of shit hangs up here

you know I'm just gonna throw myself see a thing in this game is hahaha where you

go just like walk get it no I died when the blue-eyed Africa does not show them

where I am show them where I am Oh God no like when

she gets buckle but she don't know guys

so Fiat is right on the blue bridge oh if you can see okay if you guys can see

me I'm jumping no I don't see you think I reach up to I reach up to you about

reach up to Dori one into yes this is scary

oh my god there's nothing on Doritos every breath I was died again okay

your level 23 normal levels or their eyes oh my god Omaha man 24 guys guys

I'm on the top level yeah VIN a lot

sure what do i do guys oh my god awful you have to climb some time to time this

no yes this is just gonna be easy

no no please don't please yes your palm on the red pop oh I guess if you look

beyond your own beyond you beware I just I'd look down after look down right oh

you're too far I'm down here again can see you can see you I'm in the red top

yes yes yes well Brooke this game right wow so she goes it's better now this

one's hard it's official I'm better than careful Paco

mmm what we value by an toss that one

I didn't even touch it I touched it I D are you still watching comment

I can't even try it again I died - I didn't touch it touch why the right

thing oh no wait look at this see that see

that see me oh yeah ask me my brother he's got a Pompeii

they think oh my man my guide he's got frisbee he really doesn't

well the time I trap trap on a face yeah I got a bit of did it finally say Rice

Krispies oh my god the TV

every time the music comes on it I'll just like know died again

hey I'm doing it thank God I'm for me just like losing no that one's easy

you don't touch her yellows I know we know

not even touching it don't want to touch it

ice touch it

Oh BRR didn't even touch it

let me put some what the children I'm breaking up with you

hidden what sociable silence shoutout to marshmallow on coloured

silence see that he's not supposed to sit agree nothing

how do you do this yellow are in turn again I just think it's powerful how do

you do it just I just said where are you where are you I'm so close to you

suddenly I'm I'm in need think I know what you don't

say baby my whole life and I hate it I saw you to be loving me yes yes yes

eh eh no no no no I have to do all again

yeah I'm just gonna die and do all again rose in which parts are hard just the

block and the scope holds a red port on why did the nearly is hard to see on

marshmallow guys really wonderfully pop

are young by color chat with you do you normally carry shit so much beyond me

laughs you can see me with that you'll see me look at me oh yeah

it wasn't your friend I'm the check it blue blue box guys yes yeah in the

hottest

shut up next yeah hard you know yeah I just like almost is it the last one if

you're still watching can you please chop

shoot died

here we're gonna do I'm gonna skip I'm gonna I'm their child I've done the

petals cause you I don't wanna do that ball thing so try Tommy Gallo yeah as

you yes can finish them No

I didn't even touch each now I did to check those at this one don't wait this

one looks how easily dismiss top yay don't have to

when you got the green parts of yard

you're like in the dark green spots guess what I am Louisville are you want

god there's Louisville hard can always go get it so much power I wanna go on

the rainbow swirl it looks mint to see you guys let's see over there

oh my gosh did it I finally did it until I reach up to you

what did you forget it okay that's that I'm just gonna kill ourselves when I

actually mean it what though no no no

okay no question I love it after it finishes

let me just go to level myself let me just go up to level by 83 okay guys are

gonna be ending the video to now so so thank you for joining my channel uh on

our channel and we will be doing lots of other videos such as minecraft and many

more so thank you for watching and we'll see you next time

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*NASH LAUGHS*

AKASHI NAD NASH DANCING (ノ゚▽゚)ノ~

(WTF IS YOUR FACE NASH)

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DESTINY WARFARE(2018) - NEW HIGH GRAPHICS FPS GAME [ANDROID/iOS] - Duration: 4:01.

hey what is up guys major Alex is back with a new gameplay

video so this time we are playing the beta version of destiny warfare which is

made by the same developer of world war heroes ww2 and modern strike online so

they're called game development limited they're from Russia so it's kind of like

call of duty black ops 3 multiplayer so far so it's a futuristic game by the way

that great that they had put the time of these three games from different ages

like modern strike gameplay is from modern age one where heroes is from World War

two and this new game is from future so we just completed our training like

every other games from this developers Only modern strike have no tanks so

the weapons names looks so similar with modern age weapons just the models

are different pretty cool we got mp 5 37 damn never heard this version of

Mp5 before and we got scar F as our primary weapon nice so let's show you

the gameplay

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BEST $1000 GAMING PC Build Guide 2018! 1440p and 144Hz 1080p Gaming PC Build - GTX 1070 and i5 8400 - Duration: 2:57.

Welcome to Mydatech, today we have a 1000 dollar PC build guide, it has a

gtx 1070 this means it can play 1080p 144 hertz or 1440p it can play games on

anything from a medium to ultra settings depending on the game for the CPU we have a

six core i5 8400 from intel latest coffee lake generation this has a base clock of

2.8 gigahertz and maximum turbo boost of 3.8 gigahertz it will perform well in

game and it can also be used for light productivity work such as editing in

Photoshop or Adobe Premiere as a cooler we have the hyper 212 evo this

aftermarket coolers more effective than the Intel stock cooler which is what I've

chosen it the Intel stock cooler is not very good so it tends to get quite hot

which is why I've gone for the hyper 212 evo because it will keep your

processor nice and cool during long gaming sessions for storage we have a

240 gigabyte SSD and a one terabyte hard drive the SSD is for your programs and

your games so that you get fast loading times and your hard drive is the bulk

storage of larger less frequently accessed files I went for 8 gigabytes of RAM

instead of 16 because it's more important to have an SSD in your system

than it is to have extra RAM because the SSD will give you a more tangible

effect on performance eight gigabytes of RAM in this day and age is enough for

most tasks you only need to upgrade that to 16 GB RAM if you

intend to do more intense video editing so the motherboard I've gone for a cheap

z370 motherboard one thing to note here is that the z370 chipset allows you

to overclock your processor but the i5 8400 is not overclockable processor the

reason for this is because Intel it has yet to release the more budget-friendly

chipsets if you're watching this video in early 2018 look out for an h370

motherboard if these are available you should buy one of these instead of a z370

rather than spend the extra money for an overclocking motherboard when you can't

actually overclock a processor is obviously pointless so the power supply

we've gone with an 80 plus certified power supply from a reputable

manufacturer this is important because you need to make sure

you have an efficient and reliable power supply that it'll supply your components

with sufficient power so for the case I have gone with a good-looking case it has

enough drive bays to support multiple SSDs and multiple hard drives so there's

plenty of space for upgrading in the future should you want it if you enjoyed

this video be sure to give it a thumbs up with any questions or suggestions do

leave a comment below if you want to see more PC builds tech tips tech reviews

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The Left Right Game: Part 5 | Scary Reddit Nosleep Stories | Creepypasta - Duration: 39:27.

Hi Guys,

It's been a long week, but I've finally got to my computer to post the next log.

I've been working overtime to afford both London rent and Christmas presents.

Hasn't been fun.

Anyway I can't say much more since this log's one of the longer ones.

I'll try and get the next one up a little sooner.

Thanks for all your help.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

The Left/Right Game [DRAFT 1] 11/02/2017

The next morning, everything's the same.

It's strange.

We're usually so blind to the quiet consistency in our everyday lives, only really taking

notice once something changes.

Yet, as I stir a spiral of honey into my oatmeal and glance around the group, it's the notable

lack of change that truly stands out.

Since the previous evening, the atmosphere surrounding the convoy, and the demeanour

of each member, doesn't seem to have altered in the slightest.

The night has fallen short in its role as a grand meridian, failing to partition the

past and future, and bringing with it neither perspective nor closure.

It's as if yesterday has spilled, like a toppled brush pot, into the next morning,

colouring everything with the same temperaments, fears and divisions.

Lilith and Eve sit facing each other, their legs crossed on a plastic groundsheet.

Neither are saying very much, albeit for vastly different reasons.

Lilith is still preoccupied by her own smouldering indignation, whereas Eve looks overcome with

a subtle but pervasive dread.

Neither have taken food from Rob's stove, a decision I suspect Lilith made for the both

of them.

Apollo, Bonnie and Clyde are across from me.

Apollo is making conversation, attempting to revive his usual good humour.

Bonnie and Clyde help him out, laughing at his jokes, and smiling along with his stories.

Bluejay hasn't stepped out of her car all morning, eating her own rations and maintaining

a welcome distance from the rest of the group.

Her eyes meet mine as I look her way, and I'm treated to a sharp, sardonic dismissal.

And Rob?

Rob is attending to the practicalities of the road; serving breakfast, then topping

up the Wrangler from one of the hulking jerry cans.

It's clear the routine is comforting to him.

I can easily imagine this is how he deals with a great many problems.

Compartmentalising.

Recasting himself as a blunt instrument engaged in a set of necessary processes.

He's made himself too busy for grief, and will likely remain so until the feeling fades.

As coping mechanisms go, it isn't remotely healthy.

I should know.

I'm doing pretty much the exact same thing.

AS: Clyde, could I get a few words?

Clyde looks up from his food, a little surprised.

CLYDE: You want me?

AS: Hah, yeah… if that's not too much trouble.

CLYDE: Oh no no, no trouble at all.

You want to do it now?

I'm not too hungry.

AS: No me neither.

That would be great thank you.

Would you mind if we moved away from the stove?

Clyde nods keenly.

Putting my bowl to one side, I take Clyde to the edge of the apple grove.

Nobody looks after us.

CLYDE: How are you holding up Bristol?

AS: Getting there.

How about you?

CLYDE: I'm uhh… yeah I'm getting by.

AS: So can I ask… why did you choose Bonnie and Clyde as your call signs?

CLYDE: Hah well it came pretty easy.

We used to play outlaws when we were kids, one time Bonnie stuck up a bank.

AS: Really?

CLYDE: Well, no it was an ice cream parlour.

But Bonnie was pretending it was a bank and then she ran in, holding her hand like a gun.

Told Mrs Gilford it was a stick-up.

AS: Wow, that doesn't seem like her.

CLYDE: Oh no she was a wild child.

Always living in a story.

Anyway, we got free sundaes and a new nickname in town after that.

When Rob told us about the call signs it was the first thing we thought of.

AS: It's a good choice.

I pause, letting the previous subject fade before launching into the next one.

All things considered, this may be the last time me and Clyde are on such casual speaking

terms.

AS: Bonnie told me she talked to the hitchhiker.

Clyde's disposition shifts.

There's sudden alertness that wasn't there before, rushing to the fore in immediate response

to my words.

In the following silence, at the centre of his wide eyed stare, an educated guess suddenly

becomes much more.

CLYDE: Wh.. when did she tell you?

AS: I'm sorry Clyde… she didn't.

You just did.

I can almost see the stone fall in Clyde's throat.

The deep, burning embarrassment and hurt that comes from being deceived, from a close secret

you held getting out into the world.

I don't feel exceptional either.

Lying to Clyde, bringing him away from Bonnie under the guise of an interview… beyond

the personal abhorrence, it also flies in the face of everything I've tried to be

as a journalist.

Clyde can't bring himself to talk, so I press forward.

AS: I think it might be best if you call Bonnie over here.

Nodding vaguely, Clyde wordlessly shuffles back to Bonnie, whispering in her ear.

She puts a hand on his shoulder and helps herself up.

Whatever he's told her, she doesn't seem angry as she joins us beneath the shade of

the apple trees.

BONNIE: I didn't want to cause any trouble, a… and Clyde's been looking forward to

this trip for so long I didn't want us to turn back.

I'm sorry.

AS: What happened Bonnie?

BONNIE: I just said two words.

I wasn't talking to him; I was doing what Rob said but then he…

I just said "Bless you."

That's all it was.

AS: That's it?

BONNIE: Well I… he thanked me and then he was just… so easy to talk to and I thought,

"Well I've already talked to him, what will a few more words do?"

CLYDE: She hardly said anything else.

AS: What about him?

Did he say anything?

Bonnie starts to smile, the same way she did last night.

A dreamy, enthused expression glowing with reminiscent joy.

BONNIE: He told me about this wonderful place.

Wasn't it wonderful Martin?

CLYDE: Bonnie-

BONNIE: Just a few houses by the sea, but he made it sound so nice.

CLYDE: Bonnie, please…

BONNIE: What's wrong?

I can talk about it right?

When I look back to Clyde, his lips are firmly pressed together, his facial muscles tight.

He's holding something back, but what slips through betrays a poignant dismay.

CLYDE: It's all you talk about Bonnie.

You… you mentioned it a few times after… and since Jubilation you ain't stopped.

AS: Are you guys talking about Wintery Bay?

Clyde grimaces, and Bonnie grins, when they hear the name.

AS: Bonnie are we heading there?

BONNIE: The hitchhiker said it's on our way.

I'm so looking forward to seeing it.

I can't say I feel the same, and it's safe to say Clyde agrees with me.

Before now, I'd only heard Bonnie mention Wintery Bay on two occasions, but it sounds

like she's talked about it a whole lot more.

I sympathise with Clyde for what he's had to deal with.

However, the gross irresponsibility of his actions aren't lost on me either.

AS: Does Rob know?

CLYDE: I didn't want to-

AS: You didn't want to trouble him?

Or did you just not want him to turn you around?

BONNIE: I'm alright, really.

AS: Well either way, you need to tell Rob before we hit the road.

Clyde shuffles uncomfortably.

AS: I'm not going to do it for you.

But too much has happened on this trip already.

Ace is… this place is dangerous ok?

There's no place for lies any more.

I hope that Clyde doesn't see the irony, given that I've roundly deceived him in

the past five minutes.

He nods, takes Bonnie's hand, and walks slowly towards the Wrangler.

Rob is loading the last of the fold up chairs into the back of the car.

The conversation doesn't last long, but by the end of it, Rob rests his hand on Bonnie's

shoulder and sends them on their way.

He doesn't look mad.

Perhaps he just has other things on his mind.

That's the second thing I've done today that's inherently non-journalistic.

I was supposed to be a fly on the wall for this story, a passenger, recording events

with objective detachment without my own influence seeping into proceedings.

In many ways I wish I still was.

But the stakes are higher now, and though secrets make for good editorial, they're

also potentially damaging to the safety of the group.

Following the incident with Ace, I'm slightly less concerned with an unbiased story than

I am with getting home to tell it.

Rob looks like he's about to make his morning address.

The group wanders over, some more reluctantly than others, and gathers around the Wrangler.

ROB: First things first, I want to say that… well… tempers got a little heated last night,

and that I'm sorry for my part in all that.

I wanna thank you for coming with me this far, and if you wanna turn back, well that's

just fine.

The group stays quiet.

ROB: If you are headin' back.

I'd say if you travel one by one, be sure to stay on the radios, retrace the route and

follow all the rules that applied when you were gettin' here.

Now can I get a show of hands, who's wantin' to keep goin' on the road?

I observe my compatriots closely.

The definites will be Bonnie & Clyde, who have already implied that they want to continue,

and also Bluejay, who feels she has nothing to worry about from the road.

Apollo is in the wind, and Lilith & Eve are probably a split vote.

All in all, this could be the moment our convoy splits in half.

Bluejay throws her hand up lazily.

Bonnie and Clyde, predictably, raise theirs.

Apollo raises his a few moments later.

APOLLO: Hey, I've come this far.

That leaves Lilith and Eve.

After sharing a brief glance with her friend, Lilith raises her hand and Eve follows suit,

albeit with an air of trepidation.

I'm surprised that no one's turning back, after everything that happened yesterday,

but it's clear everyone has their own reasons.

I'm just glad I don't have to say goodbye to anyone.

I set about trying to divine everyone's motives for continuing on the road, but I

quickly stop when I realise everyone's looking at me.

AS: Oh sorry.

Yeah I'm in...

I'm going… that way.

I gesture to the road ahead and raise my hand redundantly.

ROB: Well ok.

I guess that's everyone then.

We got a fair way to travel today but there ain't much to see.

Just follow the rules and take things as they come I guess.

As we pull out, I start to feel a little restless.

The sedentary nature of travel is beginning to take its toll, and I'm starting to feel

overfamiliar with the Wrangler's passenger seat.

I'm glad that I got a chance to stretch my legs last night.

Rolling, Elysian corn fields span the roadside for the next five hours.

Turns are few and far between, but Rob's attention never wavers.

I only manage to grasp his attention briefly.

AS: Aren't Jeeps supposed to have poor fuel economy?

ROB: They ain't the best.

That's why I always bring gas along.

AS: It's just… the fuel gauge has hardly moved since we left this morning.

ROB: Haha.

You noticed that huh?

I was wonderin' if you were gunna.

AS: Why, what have you done to it?

ROB: Nuthin'.

It's the road.

Makes fuel burn slower.

AS: Seriously?

ROB: Ain't just that either.

You finish your food this mornin'?

AS: No… why?

ROB: Hardly anyone did, 'cept Apollo.

More you go, less you need to keep goin'.

AS: Ok… wait you said the road pushes against you.

ROB: Yep.

AS: But now you're making it sound like it's helping us along.

ROB: Yep.

AS: So it's hostile whilst also incentivising us?

That sounds odd to me.

ROB: Sounds like life to me.

Reasons to stop, reasons to keep goin'.

I suppose that makes sense.

Despite his well-documented obsession with the secrets of the road, Rob seems to have

a strangely laissez faire attitude to its internal logic.

It's like the road doesn't need to make perfect sense to him, or at least he doesn't

expect it to yet.

As the fresh rural air drifts in through the windows, I lose myself in the hypnotic endlessness

of the passing fields.

I wonder how many eyes have seen these vistas.

I wonder where we are, not geographically, but in a grander sense.

Are we still in the world as I know it?

Are we beyond it?

Below it?

Or have we just slipped through the cracks, into some intermediate domain?

Rob slows the car down to a crawl, a precaution he takes before most corners.

My eyes wander gently back into the Wrangler, finally resting on the rear view.

There's something behind us.

A humanoid figure, shrouded in the soft focus of considerable distance.

It staggers quickly toward the convoy, unsure on its own feet.

AS: Rob what is that?

Rob follows my gaze to the rear view mirror.

His brow furrows.

ROB: Somethin' new.

Rob grabs the receiver.

Before he can make an announcement, the speaker splutters with static, followed by Eve's

frantic voice.

EVE: Guys there's something behind us... guys?

Something's coming after us.

Bluejay can you see it?

Bluejay doesn't answer.

I doubt she considers it worth her time.

A squealing panic rings out over the radio as Eve calls again.

EVE: Is it from Jubilation?

Guys?

Guys?!

ROB: Stay calm everyone.

Let's pick up the pace a little.

Rob lets his foot rest heavier on the gas.

The Wrangler gently accelerates, with the rest of the convoy eagerly matching our speed.

APOLLO: Who is that Rob?

ROB: I ain't so sure, but we got a turn coming up.

Let's just get ourselves off the road, see if he follows.

The figure continues to stumble towards us.

Its arms hang crookedly in the air and, as it comes into sharper focus, I can just make

out that there's something wrong with its face.

EVE: Guys speed up, please.

Please.

LILITH: Calm down.

EVE: It's coming for us!

I can sympathise with Eve's panic.

I've had the luxury of travelling at the head of the convoy.

I was the first across when that godforsaken pine was dropped across the road.

Eve is now second to last, relying on three other cars to make their escape before she

can follow.

Ace had to wait for the rest of us, and it cost him everything.

Now Eve & Lilith are one car closer to being where he was.

EVE: It's face.

Oh my god!

Oh my god.

Guys please!

BLUEJAY: Jesus, shut up!

APOLLO: Hey that is NOT helping.

Rob it's movin' pretty fast we-

ROB: We stay the course.

It ain't caught up yet just-

EVE: Oh god.

Oh god, oh GOD!

Rob's warnings are cut short by the screeching of tires.

Eve swerves out of the convoy's neat, single file line, and onto the empty stretch of road

beside us.

The car accelerates past Bonnie & Clyde.

Past Apollo.

I get a brief glimpse of Eve & Lilith as our windows align.

Lilith is yelling at Eve, trying to get her to calm down.

Eve is screaming into the air, the puppet of her own frenetic terror.

The car shoots past us and down the long road ahead.

Rob swears and picks up the radio.

The figure continues to lurch towards us.

ROB: Ferryman to Eve & Lilith.

Stop the car right now.

LILITH: Eve slow down!

ROB: Eve goddamnit you're gonna-

I stare through the windshield as their car stops.

Not a slow, grinding deceleration, but an unequivocal, immediate halt.

Their bodies are thrown forwards against the safety glass as the car becomes utterly motionless.

AS: Rob what's happening?

ROB: I told'em to be careful!

AS: Why what's-

I no longer need an answer.

I realise that it's written right in front of me, etched into the side of the road.

A brief gap in the endless rows of golden corn, only a little wider than the Wrangler

itself.

A dirt track the leads off to the left, about ten metres ahead of us, about fifteen metres

behind Lilith & Eve.

I now understand why Rob was being so careful, and why Eve should have been as well.

They've missed the next turn.

ROB: Ferryman to all cars.

I've found the turn, let's make it quick.

Eve and Lilith you stay in the car.

I'm coming back to get you both.

Rob flicks on his turn signal, preparing the group for the sharp left corner, and slams

his foot on the accelerator.

Lilith and Eve disappear behind a wall of corn as we pull down the dirt track.

Rob keeps driving, until enough space is left for the rest of the group.

Once they're all safely pulled in, Rob climbs into the back of the car, grabs his rifle

and jumps out onto the path.

I quickly climb out and follow behind him.

When we arrive on the main road, the figure has covered a considerable distance, finally

drawing near enough for me to see what's wrong with its face.

At a certain point, midway across the crown of the head, running in a straight line down

past the cheeks and under the jaw, the head simply stops.

It's like the foremost section of his skull has been sliced cleanly off, and has bent

inwards, his entire face concave and shrouded completely in a deep shadow.

A ghastly, organic hood, that seems deeper than physics should allow.

That isn't all that's wrong with the picture however.

The man's outstretched arms are bent in several places.

Dark purple contusions blossom at every unnatural joint as if his arms had been broken multiple

times.

His leg is also bent to one side, the reason for the irregular walk that still carries

him towards us.

Rob looks shaken as he raises the rifle to his shoulder, bidding the figure turn around.

The man ignores Rob's demand, continuing its march.

Even when a bullet hits it square in the chest, the figure hardly slows down.

We're forced to jump out of the way as it continues down the road, Eve and Lilith cowering

in their locked car as it approaches.

Fear shifts into confusion as the creature passes them by, and continues down the road.

It's as if it doesn't even know we're here.

Rob breathes a sigh of relief, lowers the gun, and runs back to the rest of the convoy.

The moment he leaves, my mind notes something peculiar.

It's an utterly bizarre observation, especially considering the many otherworldly facets of

the retreating creature, there's something familiar about it.

Specifically, its fashion sense.

The shirt, the dirt covered jeans.

They aren't dissimilar to the ones I found in the brown leather duffel bag, resting atop

the block of C4.

Reaching into my pocket, pulling out my phone, I scroll through my list of contacts.

As the man heaves himself down the road, I call the second number I discovered last night.

The one in the Nokia's received calls list.

The number that likely belonged to whoever created the bomb, and whoever was driving

the car that day.

After a few moments, a ringtone disrupts the creature's silent walk.

I end the call, realising how reckless I've been and praying that the strange figure doesn't

see my action as an excuse to turn around.

I'm lucky, this time at least.

The dial tone cuts out, and the figure continues to stumble its way toward the horizon.

The next thing I hear is a scream.

Scanning for its source, I see Eve, her door open and with one foot out of the car.

She's frantically pulling at her leg, seemingly unable to lift it from the tarmac.

AS: Eve what's going on?

With shaking fingers, Eve clumsily unties her shoelace, and lifts her leg back into

the car.

Her boot stays in place, and it's possible to make out a slight elasticity to the road

below it, a depression in the tarmac around its base.

Slowly, and steadily, the sole of the boot disappears into the road.

Eve watches as the dark tarmac slowly sucks the boot down, enveloping the heel and dragging

it beneath the surface.

The thought comes to Eve the same moment it does to me.

We both fix our eyes on the back of the car, where same, soft indent is gradually developing

around the tyres.

Eve's terrified scream is drowned out by the blare of revving engines.

I jump out of the way as the rest of the convoy reverse out of the corner and back onto the

main road.

Bluejay, Bonnie & Clyde, Apollo and finally Rob, park themselves chaotically around me.

Rob jumps out and approaches.

ROB: They ain't pulled back yet?

As soon as he asks the question, he sees the sight before him.

Only the neck of Eve's boot remains above the ground, sinking ever further into the

tarmac.

The road gradually but voraciously churns at the car tyres, consuming the rubber, and

swallowing the lowest edge of the wheel cover.

In the midst of such an impossible sight, all I can say to Rob is:

AS: They're trying.

Lilith & Eve hit the gas hard.

The engine growls at the road as it furiously attempts to reverse, the undercarriage creaking

and groaning from the sheer mechanical strain.

The wheels themselves, however, don't rotate an inch.

The tyres belong to the road now, taken by the unknowable forces that continue to drag

them into the earth.

The engine chokes, defeated, and I can see Eve screaming into her fists as the roadway

calmly continues its work.

ROB: Goddamn it we can't reach'em.

Tell'em to get on top of the car.

APOLLO: What the…

What's happening Rob?

ROB: Bristol!

Tell'em to get on the roof!

Rob marches off to the Wrangler.

The rest of the convoy gather on the road, just in line with the left turn, where we

assume it's safe to stand.

Everyone, saving for Bluejay, looks on in anxious silence.

AS: Eve!

Lilith!

I need you to get on top of the car ok?

Guys?

EVE: We're sinking!

Oh fuck… oh fuck we're-

AS: Eve!

I'm trying to help you.

Rob's working on something, but you need to climb onto the roof of the car.

Don't think about anything else.

Open the door, wind down your window and use it as a foothold.

Eve is still deaf with worry.

Lilith doesn't hesitate.

She places one hand on the upper rim of her open door, one foot on the base of the open

window, and her free hand palm down on the car's roof.

The door rocks on its hinges as she puts her weight on it.

In one strong motion, she pushes herself backwards until she's sitting atop the car.

The tarmac has swallowed its way to the car's lower chassis.

Eve stares, transfixed by the road as it pulls her ever closer towards it.

LILITH: Sarah look at me!

Lilith is crouching on the car's roof, her hand reaching down to Eve.

Her friends voice seems to be the only thing that can break Eve's fearful commune with

the waiting abyss.

She turns around, Lilith's hand a few inches from her face.

LILITH: Get up here.

Her eyes brimming with tears, fought back by rapid, shallow breaths, Eve grabs Lilith's

hand.

Lilith gets a solid handhold around the lip of her own doorway and heaves Eve up and onto

the roof of the car.

Eve shrieks a little as the door swings, putting all her trust into Lilith's grip.

She joins her friend on the roof just as the road consumes the lower edge of the door,

spilling inside the car's cabin like magma.

ROB: Damnit they're too far away.

Rob has returned from the Wrangler, rapidly uncoiling a braid of long, light blue climber's

rope.

I'd seen it resting in the back of the car during the trip, never once thinking that

I'd see it used.

Rob threads one end of the rope through a carabiner and secures it in place with a tight

knot.

He holds it to his side as he shouts to Lilith & Eve.

ROB: Ok listen, we only got one shot at this.

I'm gonna throw you the hook and you're gonna catch it and yank it taut ok?

Then you can hook it onto somethin' and climb your way over.

Don't let it fall.

Ok?

Lilith looks pale.

She nods before clambering to her feet, and stepping to the back of the car.

Eve watches on, her hands wrapped around her legs.

ROB: Well, here goes nothin'.

Rob begins to swing the rope over his head, a large undulating circle that quickly levels

out as the weight of the carabiner eases the rope onto a flat plane.

I instinctively shrug down as the rope passes over my head, swinging faster and faster.

Gritting his teeth, his face reddening with the towering pressure of this single throw,

Rob lets the rope fly.

It arcs in the air, like a cast fishing line, towards Lilith's outstretched hands.

I watch it pass in front of her, the metal of the carabiner glinting in the sun as it

falls.

She catches it, grasping the rope in her shaking hands.

Despite her victory, I see her face contort with sudden and striking panic.

She holds the rope high over her head, staring wildly down at the road between us.

Following her eyes, my heart falls.

She caught the rope, but she didn't pull it taut fast enough.

Even with Rob continuing to hold his end above his head, the rope had too much slack when

it landed in Lilith's hands.

It's fallen in a sloping arc, the lowest point of which has scraped against the tarmac.

It only rests a few precious seconds before Lilith finds herself unable to pull it free.

It sinks into the ground.

The rope starts to brush gently against Rob's fingers before he throws it to the ground.

ROB: Goddamnit!

Ok… if I just got somethin' else.

Somethin' we can put down.

AS: The empty jerry cans?

They could step on-

ROB: Too unstable, and we'd have to throw them perfect.

Ok… ok.

The road has claimed almost half the car now, eating up the licence plate as the vehicle

sinks lower and lower.

Lilith looks helplessly on as we deliberate, Eve crying her eyes out behind her.

CLYDE: We could get a ground sheet.

ROB: We ain't got one that'll stretch.

AS: Well what about-

APOLLO: I'm going out there.

Apollo's blank statement catches us all by surprise.

Turning in his direction, I note a direct and powerful confidence in his manner.

APOLLO: They aren't gonna last much longer.

It takes a second for the road to get you, that's how they got so far ahead before

they stopped.

I drive out, they jump onto my car, then we climb back.

ROB: I ain't got more rope.

APOLLO: You got the winch right?

If I drive out with it bunched up on my lap I can make sure it never goes slack.

Then I hook it up to my roof bars and we get the hell outta dodge.

ROB: You got the best car for it.

But I should drive out there.

APOLLO: You need to work the winch.

Bonnie & Clyde can't climb back.

He skips over his rationale for not choosing Bluejay, not wanting to waste time on a foregone

conclusion.

AS: What about me?

I'm lighter, the climb back would be easier.

APOLLO: But you can't help them when they're jumping over.

We're wasting time, you know it's a good idea.

Rob takes a moment to consider it, his mind fighting for a better solution.

ROB: You'd better get back here Apollo.

APOLLO: Don't plan on hanging around there Rob.

Apollo grins before sprinting to his Rover.

Rob, wasting no time, runs to the winch, switches it to manual, and unspools the heavy duty

rope.

His hands cross over as he drops each new length onto the ground.

I turn back to Lilith.

AS: Did you hear that Lilith?!

Lilith is huddled next to Eve, attempting to comfort her as the car's headlights disappear

into the depths of the road.

Her head snaps round when I call.

LILITH: What's… what's happening?

AS: Apollo's coming out to you.

You have to jump onto his car and climb back over ok?

LILITH: … Ok!

She hurries back to Eve, grasping her friend's shoulders as she relays the plan.

ROB: Ok that'll hold.

Rob's climbing down from the hood of the Wrangler.

He's fed the winch cable around and through the lighting rig, ensuring a good level of

clearance on the way out and, more importantly, for the climb back.

The rope has already been fed through Apollo's driver's side window.

Bonnie and Clyde are helping to throw Apollos' baggage out of the trunk and onto the rode

behind him.

The less he has to lose on this trip the better.

ROB: All set up over here.

APOLLO: Ok.

See you on the other side Rob.

Apollo slams his foot onto the accelerator.

The Range Rover bolts forwards, and powers toward the threshold.

The engine roars as he rockets past the left turn and keeps on going, into the territory

beyond.

In the few precious seconds he has, he crosses the distance towards the two terrified girls.

The winch rope streams through the window, and then suddenly, pulls tight.

Apollo is thrown forwards as the car comes to an uncompromising stop, roughly a metre's

distance from Lilith & Eve.

The impact looks brutal, but Apollo somehow manages to keep a hold on the rope and, inexplicably,

his sense of humour.

APOLLO: I don't think I got the insurance for this.

Clumsily, still feeling the aftereffects of the sudden stop, Apollo throws open his door

and starts to climb out.

APOLLO: Take in the slack Rob!

My attention fixed on Apollo, I hear the mechanical whir as the winch kicks into life.

As Apollo climbs out of his car and up onto the roof, he affixes the hook at the end of

the winch to one of his roof bars, securing it in place.

A few moments later, the rope is pulled straight.

Apollo steps down onto the hood of his car, his arms outstretched to the girls.

It's a short jump, but they'll have to make it from a lower elevation, the trunk

of the car already sinking to ground level.

APOLLO: Ok come on I got you, we've got to move fast now.

Lilith stands up, helping Eve to her feet before stepping down onto the rapidly disappearing

trunk.

LILITH: Ok… ok…

Lilith yelps as she throws herself towards Apollo.

Her front foot plants itself on the hood of the car, her other leg flailing in the air

behind her.

Apollo grabs her by the arms and yanks her onto the car, holding her close to him as

she gets her bearing on the smooth metal of the hood.

When she's stable, he lets her crawl up onto the roof, where she immediately looks

back to Eve.

APOLLO: See Eve, nothin' to it.

Come on now.

Eve paces back, her hands shaking as she contemplates the jump.

Fighting against her screaming instincts, Eve squeals as she steps across the trunk

and makes the leap across.

The toe of her shoe lifting off the car mere seconds before it descends into the murky,

black pitch of the road.

Eve lands short of her destination.

One desperate, grasping arm makes contact with Apollo's as her legs bang and scrape

against the Rover's grill, scrambling for any conceivable purchase.

Apollo is wrenched sideways by the force of Eve's landing, thrown off balance by the

unexpected application of her whole weight.

In the gut churning moments that follow, Apollo tugs Eve up to his chest and wraps an arm

around her, his centre of gravity passing over the edge of the car.

The fall takes a lifetime.

Wrapped in each other's arms, Eve and Apollo tumble forward towards the patient, ravenous

ground.

In the split second before he leaves the hood of the car, Apollo uses his last inch of footing

to push himself into a slow turn.

The twist continues as they fall, until Eve is looking to the road, Apollo to the pale

blue sky.

In one final action, Apollo pushes Eve's waist, holding her at arms length.

Apollo's back thuds into the asphalt, his head smacking audibly against it.

Dazed and concussed, he manages to hold Eve aloft, keeping everything but her feet from

joining him on the hard ground.

APOLLO: Get back up… quickly get back up.

Her face shredded by fear and guilt and sorrow, Eve stares into Apollo's eyes and whimpers.

Collecting herself, she pushes herself off him, ripping out her laces, and leaving a

shoe and a sock behind as she clambers back on to the Range Rover.

With every movement she whispers a quivering apology.

APOLLO: It's ok.

It's ok.

Go on.

It's ok.

He repeats those two words over and over, until I'm not even sure who he's talking

to.

The road elasticates around him, dragging him down into its depths.

Eve looks back to him, her face cringing in misery.

Bonnie buries her face in Clyde's chest, unable to watch the next few moments unfold.

EVE: I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

APOLLO: It's… it's alright.

Just get going ok?

It doesn't hurt… it doesn't hurt, really.

Apollo's ears sink beneath the road.

Entering a new world of perfect silence, Apollo sees the end nearing.

APOLLO: Oh god.

Rob!

ROB!!

I won't play his final moments, for your benefit and, ultimately, for his.

Before he sinks into the road, Apollo asks for Rob to talk to his family.

He wants Rob to tell them that he loves them.

Rob nods, knowing that Apollo won't be able to hear his response.

After a few cries of panicked despair, Apollo's eyes and mouth are enveloped by the road.

His screams are drowned by the thick, churning asphalt.

Eve watches the rest of his body sink, while Lilith tugs at her sleeve, pulling her towards

the roof.

LILITH: Come on we've got to go.

Sarah we've got to go!

EVE: I'm sorry.

Whispering one last heartfelt apology to the air itself, Eve steps up with Lilith and stares

at the cable.

AS: Ok guys just let yourself down until you're hanging from the rope and work your way across.

LILITH: I got it!

You ready?

Eve looks to her friend.

EVE: I…

I don't…

LILITH: Just watch me ok?

Follow right behind me.

The Range Rover's wheels have now disappeared.

With every passing second, the cable's clearance diminishes, and the angle between the roof

bar and the Wrangler's lighting rig becomes steeper.

They need to start moving now or not at all.

Eve looks across the length of the rope.

I can feel her mind kicking back at the prospect.

EVE: I can't.

LILITH: Sarah… we fucking have to ok?

Follow behind me.

Lilith wraps her arms around Eve, hugging her stiff, shivering frame, before letting

go and crouching down to the rope, slowly working her way under it.

Her hands clenching the cable, her legs wrapped securely around it, Lilith starts to pull

herself along the rope, shifting her feet up every few seconds behind her.

She fixes her eyes on me as she drags herself to the halfway mark.

LILITH: Is she following?!

The asphalt swallows the Range Rover's lower chassis.

Eve hasn't moved a muscle.

The stretch of black tarmac might as well be a bottomless ravine, the Grand Canyon.

The idea of hanging herself over it mortifies her.

AS: Sarah!

Sarah it's not as bad as it looks, please!

Please come on.

Lilith crosses the threshold.

Her knuckles are white as she continues to cling to the rope.

Rob marches up to her and helps her down into his arms, coaxing her hands free by telling

her that she's safe.

As soon as her feet hit the ground again, they give way beneath her, and Lilith sinks

to the ground crying out.

LILITH: Sarah!

Come on please!!

EVE: I can't!

I can't…

I…

LILITH: Please Sarah…

I need you here.

Her shallow breaths quaking with anxiety, Eve slowly crouches down and grips the rope.

Slowly but surely, as the asphalt consumes the car's licence plate less than a metre

below her, Eve lowers herself down and, with clumsy desperation, drags herself along the

rope.

She's left it late.

Her back hangs mere inches from the hungry ground as she shuffles unevenly towards us,

lifting her feet and scraping them up the rope, her arms straining to stay locked.

EVE: I'm not going to make it!

LILITH: You are!

Keep going!

The Range Rover's window is now disappearing, inside the dashboard has been submerged.

With every yard that Eve manages to climb, the lowering rope ensures she stays close

to the ground, even over the final few feet.

My heart breaks the moment her foot slips.

It happens almost too quickly to register.

As Eve erratically shuffles her feet along the rope, her bare left foot gives way, swinging

underneath her and kicking down onto the ground.

Eve tries to raise it in time before discovering that she can't.

LILITH: No… no no no please.

Thrown entirely off balance, Eve tries to pull herself up.

However, with her lower leg seeping into the dark tar, her position can't be maintained.

She falls, her body twisting, as she falls onto the road.

Lilith releases a terrible shrieking cry.

Eve whimpers as the side of her head rests against the tarmac, her cheek already subsumed.

EVE: I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

LILITH: No.

No.

Please don't be sorry.

EVE: I.. love you.

I love y… you Jen.

LILITH: I love you too…

I'm sorry I didn't…

I'm so sorry.

Eve tries to reply, but half of her mouth is sealed shut, encased in the creeping asphalt.

Her short breaths finally melt into one long inhalation, as her nose and mouth are sunk

entirely.

One remaining eye takes a final, fleeting look at Lilith, before vanishing.

I look away from what is still to sink.

The important things are already gone.

Lilith collapses on her knees, a screaming of torrent of grief expelled from her burning

lungs.

Rob is completely immobile, likely searching for something practical in which to bury himself.

Bonnie & Clyde simply look lost, as they turn their backs on the sinking Range Rover.

Bluejay's reaction surprises me.

She stares into the tarmac, the smirk ripped from her face, replaced by a familiar look

of shellshock.

She repeatedly mutters something under her breath, something that sounds like:

"It's not real…

It's not real."

We stand in silence for what seems like an age, accompanied by the breeze and Lilith's

gradually waning laments.

After she's exorcised the immediate torment, her screaming descends into a deathly stillness.

Rob makes the first step to approach her.

ROB: I…

I can take you back home if you want to-

LILITH: No...

No.

Lilith wipes her eyes, as tears continue to fall freely down her cheeks.

When she turns around, she looks enraged.

LILITH: No.

I'm still going.

I'm going to get to the end.

ROB: You know I can't tell you when that'll be.

Lilith stands up and glares at Rob, then looks over to Bonnie & Clyde.

LILITH: Are you guys still going?

Do you have a seat free?

The siblings look to one another.

Bonnie nods.

CLYDE: You got a place with us if you want it.

LILITH: Is the door unlocked?

CLYDE: Uhh yeah.

LILITH: Then what the fuck are we waiting around for?

Lilith marches to Clyde's Ford and climbs into the back seat.

She waits for us impatiently to finish up.

ROB: Anyone else want to turn around?

Rob looks to me and Bluejay.

Bluejay sends a look of deep scorn his way before marching off to her own car.

ROB: Bristol?

The Range Rover has finally sunk.

The road has settled back into a hard, permanent surface.

It isn't like Rob to offer me a ride home, and I feel overwhelmingly like I should take

him up on it.

But there are too many questions unanswered, too many unchallenged mysteries weaved into

the fabric of this journey.

Going back now wouldn't be a return, it would be a retreat.

AS: I'm still going.

A few minutes later, the three remaining cars roll down the dirt track.

Leaving another incomprehensible atrocity behind us.

There's a part of me that can't believe I'm still continuing down this road, a greater

part of me is astonished that no one took the opportunity to turn back.

As Rob carries me on to the next turn, and the one after that, I realise we all have

our reasons.

I'd become obsessed with chasing the truth, as had Bluejay in her way.

Bonnie had her own, unsettling motives for carrying on, and Clyde wasn't about to abandon

her.

Lilith had directed her smouldering anger and grief toward the road itself, seeking

deliverance at its end.

And Rob?

As far as he's concerned, there's only one direction to go.

Still, when I think of the sorrows that have already befallen us, and the potential for

unspeakable ruin that lies ahead, I realise that no one in their right mind would continue

down this road.

I suppose no one is.

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Hello again guys.

I've finally got round to posting the next log!

I would have put this up sooner but unfortunately I've had bikes to repair, and if I don't do

it the customer's might go online and discover it's not actually that hard.

I want to thank you again for the help you've given me in finding Alice.

The guy who said he'd track down the mirror shop is giving me regular updates on his progress,

and I've received a whole lot of help going through American missing persons reports.

It turns out Alice's work haven't heard from her either, and they're going through their

emails for Rob's submission to the show.

Everyone's been really helpful, so thank you.

I've got to say, I'm sleeping worse since this whole thing began.

It's strange to think that all the time Alice was out of contact, I was perfectly content.

Yet now that she's got back in touch, every day I don't hear from her makes me that much

more worried.

That's assuming of course that it was her who sent me the email.

I really hope it was.

Thanks again everyone, and please let me know if you find anything.

The Left/Right Game [DRAFT 1] 09/02/2017

ROB: Rice; non-perishable.

ROB: Soy sauce; non-perishable.

ROB: Salt; non-perishable.

ROB: Eggs; well they're perishable but I bought'em fresh and I got hard boiled that'll

last a week.

It's breakfast time, the start of our first full day on the road.

Rob's been up since 7 o'clock, cooking a meal for anyone who wants it.

The aroma pulls us out of our makeshift beds, and arranges us around his portable stove.

Our bowls are already full before we realise there's a catch.

The trade-off for this supposedly free food?

A 10 minute lecture from Rob about the power of rice.

ROB: See in the Pacific, our guys used to be terrified of the Japanese.

Whole armies marching on grains?

Thought they were super soldiers.

See the Japs know the secret.

You give people rice in the morning and they're goin' for the whole day.

After dropping two large spoonfuls of his favourite staple into a bowl, and handing

it to me, Rob breaks a raw egg over the top.

The yolk clouds over as I stir it in.

To be fair, the food is delicious, and it's fun to watch Rob on his soap box.

At least there are some things he's willing to talk at length about.

I stare across the circle at Lilith and Eve.

The latter has spilled rice onto her top, and her friend is teasing her playfully.

Eve sees me looking over, meets my gaze, and turns back to Lilith, her tone dramatically

muted.

I return to my food, making a point to seem attentive to Rob's speech.

A minute later, the two girls decide they've finished their meal and I quickly realise

so have I.

Devouring the last few bites, I place my bowl in the small tub of hot water next to the

stove and casually wander over to their car.

Lilith and Eve are facing away from me, silently packing up their sleeping bags.

They refuse to look at me once I reach them, in a deeply conspicuous attempt at subtlety.

LILITH: Is he watching?

I glance over at Rob.

He's still talking at Bonnie, Clyde and Apollo, asking them to guess what "Breakfast"

translates to in Japanese.

AS I think we're fine.

So… did you see the car?

Without answering, Eve reaches into the back seat and picks up a Macbook, the repository

for all of Paranormicon's footage.

She presses play as Lilith and I huddle around her, blocking the view of any potential onlookers.

The footage depicts a familiar road.

Lilith and Eve must have dropped off the Hitchhiker, and just made the next corner.

I can hear them talking about the experience, both terrified and thrilled at the events

of the day.

Eve reminds Lilith that they need to look out for the car, Lilith swears and the camera

immediately starts scouring the roadside.

EVE (VO): Look there it is!

LILITH (VO): I see it.

Slow down… slow down!

The abandoned car comes into view.

With Eve slowing to a crawl, and Lilith maxing out her camera's zoom function, a precious

few details can be summarily gleaned.

The car's windscreen and driver's side window are broken, the keys are still in the

ignition and, once Eve overtakes the wreck, it's just possible to make out a dark stain

soaked into the driver's seat.

LILITH (V.O): Stop the car.

Just as video Eve starts to slow to a halt, the real Lilith shuts the laptop.

I glance between them, trying to keep my voice as low as possible.

AS: You stopped the car?

EVE: I mean yeah…

LILITH: We know you told us not to, but it was like, really weird so I went over and-

AS: You got out of the car?!

EVE: For the record I was super against it.

LILITH: Anyway, there wasn't much in there that we didn't get from the road, except

there was a bag on the backseat.

AS: Did you get a look inside?

LILITH: Yeah… do you wanna?"

Lilith nods her head towards the back of their car.

It takes me a second to realise what she's getting at.

AS: It's in the boot?!

EVE: It's in the what?

AS: It's in the trunk?!

LILITH: Yeah obviously, we couldn't just leave it there.

Look, you can watch the rest of the footage any time, we'll even send it to you, but

you NEED to look in this bag before we hit the road.

I check on Rob once more.

He's washing up the bowls and cutlery, exchanging small talk with Bonnie, oblivious to what's

transpiring a mere five metres away.

Lilith and Eve escort me to the trunk, reforming our secretive huddle before Eve lifts it open.

A brown leather duffel bag sits front and centre.

It looks expensive but worn, probably a few decades old.

The pair gesture for me to unzip it.

LILITH: Just to preface this, I want to say… this whole trip has been fucking weird.

The bag isn't exactly full.

I rummage through the loose contents, finding a few sets of good quality men's shirts

and a pair of jeans.

Further down I find a small and well used shaving kit.

I'm starting to wonder what Lilith and Eve are so bent out of shape over when my hand

hits the hard edge of a straight, rectangular object.

Slowly, and with great care, I manage to extricate it from layers of wool and denim.

It's a package, a heavy square block about the length of my forearm, neatly wrapped in

brown paper.

It seems completely unassuming except for a black wire hanging from the underside, leading

back into the bag itself.

Lifting the wire, a black plug rises out and swings slightly in mid-air.

EVE: Turn it around.

With both girls watching me intently, I turn the package in my hands.

The wire connects to the charging port of an old Nokia 3210, which in turn is superglued

to the package along with a few shards of exposed circuit board.

Last, but certainly not least, are the words emblazoned on the brown paper, in imposing

black typeface; C4 Explosive.

My mouth feels dry.

AS: … I wasn't expecting that.

LILITH: I know, fuck this road right?

There was tonnes more in his trunk too it was insane.

AS: Is this dangerous?

EVE: Not right now.

It's basically inert unless you have the detonator.

AS: You're sure?

LILITH: We have Wikipedia downloaded on a hard drive.

It's the only reason Eve let me bring it here.

She read the article like, three times.

Anyway the Nokia's out of battery.

AS: Ok well, I'm not even going to ask how you know that…

I don't get this why would someone bring plastic explosive for the Left/Right Game?

I mean, what the hell are we heading into?

EVE: I have no idea.

Do you know if Rob has any?

ROB: If I have any what?

When I look up, Rob's only a few steps away from us.

I hide the C4 behind my back, dropping it into my satchel next to my notebook.

I just manage to pull my fingers out of the way as Eve instinctively slams the trunk shut.

AS: Tips for sleeping in cars.

These guys had a rough night.

ROB: … Well I'm sorry to hear that.

Just something you gotta get used to I guess.

We're hittin' the road in 15/20 minutes.

That alright with you guys?

EVE: Yeah totally.

ROB: Bristol, you mind helping me pack up?

AS: Not at all.

Painfully aware of what's hanging at my side, I step away with Rob towards the now

dismantled stove.

Looking over my shoulder, I see Lilith and Eve are watching us go, their faces awash

with apprehension.

I can't say I feel the same.

Despite my surroundings, and the multitude of unsettling events, I don't have space

in my head for apprehension just now.

All anxiety is slowly being pushed out, its territory annexed by a bolstering sense of

resolve.

There are far too many strange things happening on this road and, even if it kills me, I'm

going to find out what they all mean.

ACE: Rob, can I talk to you?

We've packed everything in the back of the Wrangler, and are about to get back on the

road when Ace comes up behind us.

Rob turns around, and I sense an icy shield raising up as he curtly addresses our compatriot.

ROB: What is it Ace?

ACE: Can I… can I ask you something?

It's… it's ok if you need me to go home after...

The shield thaws.

This isn't the Ace we've seen before and Rob's perceptive enough to notice.

He engages, albeit cautiously.

ROB: What do you wanna ask?

Ace shuffles uncomfortably.

Suddenly, he seems much younger.

ACE: Does the hitchhiker… does anything happen if you… if you don't pick him up?

ROB: Oh goddammit Ace I told you, you can't…

… tell me what happened.

ACE: I…

I was making my way down the road and, I was angry at how you'd been… and when I saw

the hitchhiker I thought I should, you know, do what I said and... just drive by.

Ace starts to tremble, unable to meet Rob's eye.

ACE: A minute later I look in the rear view mirror and… and he's sitting in the back

of my car.

He's just… just talking about the weather.

I mean I swear I didn't pick him up, but when I think about it all these memories come

back.

I start to remember pulling over, letting him in.

It's like I did it, but I didn't even…

ROB: Did you talk to him?

ACE: No, no.

No, I promise I didn't say a word.

Rob stares at Ace in silence.

Ace hangs his head, like a penitent criminal facing judgement.

ROB: … feel's awful don't it?

Ace finally looks up, confused at Rob's words, searching the man's expression for

clues.

ROB: I did the same as you the first time.

Just drove right by.

Wasn't gonna let some stranger in my car.

Nearly jumped outta my skin when I saw him in the rear view.

Rob grins at Ace, who manages to smile shakily back.

ROB: You ain't got the right gear for this Ace.

I like to run a tight ship and I gotta say it pissed me off.

If you wanna turn that Porsche of yours around no one'll think any less of you but if you

wanna keep on this road… how about you try to listen more and I'll try to be less of

a hard-ass.

Rob holds his hand out for Ace to shake.

It's an offer of peace, or at the very least an offer of terms.

Ace accepts it, grimacing only slightly as he faces Rob's iron grip.

ROB: 'Bout time we hit the road.

Five minutes later we're rolling into a deep valley, each member of the convoy appearing

over the crest of the hill behind us.

Everyone's present and accounted for, including Ace.

AS: I have to say I'm impressed.

ROB: With what?

AS: With how you handled Ace.

One might presume a guy who's been divorced four times isn't the best at conflict resolution.

ROB: Divorce IS conflict resolution.

AS: That's a… good point.

He seemed to be saying the Hitchhiker made him pull over.

Is that really what happens?

ROB: Yep, he always ends up in the back seat, and you always remember picking him up.

AS: It's just... that's not scientifically possible.

ROB: Get used to that.

We spend the next two hours in silence, with me typing up my notes and Rob navigating the

sparse few turns that show up every now and then.

Ace's testimony troubles me, perhaps because it stretches my favourite theory; that the

game is an elaborate hoax perpetrated by Rob Guthard.

I was content that the hitchhiker could have been an incredibly deft performer, but even

if the man was a RADA trained thespian, that doesn't make him capable of mind control.

Ace could be insane, or an maybe actor himself, but those ideas sound exactly like the idle

rationalisations I decried in Rob earlier.

I'm not sure what my theory is at the moment.

I keep working, hoping to type my way to revelation.

A few lone trees have started to show up in the distance, towering wild pines with trunks

as thick as barrels.

Without my noticing, the trees grow slowly more numerous and, in that creeping way that

landscapes change, it isn't long until they span both sides of the road, encapsulating

us in a deep, bright forest.

Realising I've recorded everything of substance, and with Rob concentrating on the drive, I

have no choice but to lay back in my seat and watch the world roll by.

Despite the pervasive strangeness of the Left/Right Game, there is beauty on the road.

Under the light shade of the canopy, the smell of pine needles permeating the still air,

I actually feel myself starting to relax.

It only takes three words to change that.

The words don't come from Rob, he's as quiet as always.

They aren't spoken by the rest of the convoy either.

The words are writ large in calligraphic gold paint, resting on a spotless white sign.

Even from a distance, with the letters little more than a blur, I know what they're going

to say.

They're the words I've been dreading since I switched off the radio, the words I spent

a long, troubled night hoping I'd never see.

"Welcome to Jubilation."

It turns out there is room in my head for apprehension.

ROB: This is Ferryman to all cars.

We're going to be heading through a small town.

No rules here, just keep driving and we'll be fine.

Rob puts his radio back into the receiver, I try to ignore the distinct knot in my stomach.

AS: What does the name Chuck Greenwald mean to you?

ROB: 'Bout as much as John Doe, why?

AS: He's the radio DJ here.

ROB: In Jubilation?

How do you know something like that?

AS: I was listening to his show last night.

What do you know about this place?

ROB: Seems like a good town.

Folk don't pay attention to ya, I just head straight through.

AS: You've never seen anything… untoward?

ROB: Some weird stuff now and again.

I like to keep my eyes on the road.

The forest clears abruptly, like a parting curtain, to reveal a picture perfect American

town, archetypal almost to the point of self-parody.

We've arrived in Jubilation.

There's no denying this town is beautiful.

We're welcomed by a row of vibrantly coloured shops spanning the length of a long, wide

street.

At the far end, an ornate, grey walled town hall proudly surveys its domain.

The place is immaculate.

I fail to find a solitary piece of litter on the sidewalk, a single smudge on the plate

glass shop windows.

Every inch of Jubilation is pristine, tranquil... and noticeably deserted.

AS: Where is everyone?

ROB: I don't know, there's usually some around.

Maybe there's a game on.

We take the next right, then another left.

The story's the same at every turn, a beautiful, leafy suburban town, entirely bereft of its

human population.

The cafés are free of bustle, the surface of the public pool is still.

We even see the school, a row of finger painted faces smiling at us from the kindergarten

windows as we pass by.

The building itself is locked up however, which is odd, seeing as it's noon on a Wednesday.

Eventually the Wrangler pulls onto the first residential street we've encountered.

The sign on the corner reads Sycamore Row.

The quaint shops are replaced by luxuriate houses, all of them identical; white walls,

wide porches and fresh green lawns cut to a uniform length.

The road stretches in a straight line for about a mile, creating an eerie corridor of

copy/pasted buildings.

The strangest thing about the street however, is vocalised by Rob:

ROB: Well I guess we know where everybody is now.

In front of every house, a dining room table stands on the lawn, occupied without fail

by a family of four.

One husband, one wife, one son and one daughter.

They're sharing a meal together.

A unit on the left clink their glasses of orange juice as they dine on pork chops and

salad.

The family on the right share a large hunk of meat loaf, broad smiles on their faces.

Staring along the road I estimate upwards of eight hundred people, in neat subsets of

four, all dining at the same time.

None of them seem to notice us.

ROB: Ferryman to all cars.

Looks like we've come during a town celebration.

Let's not bother these good people as we pass on through.

Rob lets the car roll slowly down the street, his foot light on the gas pedal, trying to

make as little noise as possible.

The more families we pass, the clearer it becomes that every single one of them shares

common characteristics.

All of them are impeccably dressed.

All of them consist of the same subset; husband, wife, son, daughter.

Though their chosen meals vary slightly, they all share a raucous, almost oppressive happiness.

APOLLO: Small town America am I right guys?

Ahaha

Apollo's jokes don't make things any better.

I feel claustrophobic.

Trapped.

Some screaming animal deep within me knows that it's surrounded, on every side, by

something it doesn't understand.

I don't know if I'm imagining it, but as we've continued down the road, everyone

outside seems to be laughing a little harder, and celebrating a little more.

We've successfully crept more than halfway down the street, a sharp left turn coming

up at the end, representing the road out of Jubilation.

Another street comes up on the right, Acer Road.

While we pass by it, I take the opportunity to glance down this new avenue, curious as

to whether every street is like ours.

I don't like what I see.

The houses are similarly prestigious, the walls pristine white, but like a spot the

difference puzzle, it's the subtle changes that make the picture.

There are no tables, and no families on the wide green lawns.

Almost every window I can see is broken.

Cars lie abandoned in the road, with one smashed into a splintered porch.

Above every door, an X has been drawn in red paint, and outside of each house, a small

mound of clothes lie on the fresh cut lawn.

A huge collective pile of men's, women's and children's shoes tower at the end of

the street…

seemingly ownerless.

ROB: Great going everybody.

Let's get back out there.

We've reached the end of the street, I breathe a sigh of relief as we bid farewell to Jubilation.

I vindictively see it off in my wing mirror as we turn the corner.

I immediately wish I hadn't when, in the split second before it disappears from view,

I glimpse the 800 plus residents of Sycamore Row.

They aren't smiling anymore, and they're all looking our way.

I welcome the forest as the trees rise up around us once more.

The indifference of the nature is a welcome change to the saccharin, faux-civility of

Jubilation.

APOLLO: Towns like that make me glad I'm a city boy.

BONNIE: I thought it was nice, wasn't it like Wintery Bay?

CLYDE: I don't think I've been.

BONNIE: Oh… maybe it was Shelburne Falls.

CLYDE: Oh it was a little like Shelburne Falls.

ROB: Guys we gotta keep this channel clear.

We hurry along the next road, and turn right.

The further we get from the eerie town of Jubilation, the higher our spirits seem to

be.

AS: How long until we stop?

ROB: 'Bout another four hours.

Nothing big in between us and there though.

Shouldn't be a problem.

AS: Good to hear.

So... what does "Breakfast" translate to in Japanese?

ROB: You heard that?

AS: Yeah, I've been curious all day.

Does it have something to do with-

I jolt forwards, sharp pain in my neck as my head recoils back against my seat.

Rob has stamped his foot onto the brake, bringing us to an immediate and shocking halt.

Before I can ask why, my question is answered, as one of the colossal pine trees slams into

the road ahead of us, blocking our route forward.

ROB: Goddamn it!

You alright?

AS: I'm fine.

Massaging my neck, I look towards the base of the felled tree.

The low end is covered in straight, sharp-cut marks.

Someone has brought this tree down, timing its fall in an attempt to cripple the Wrangler.

AS: Rob what's going on?

ROB: Ferryman to all cars.

Full reverse.

Watch out for the people behind you.

The convoy pulls away, back down the road towards Jubilation.

Rob waits for Apollo to start moving, then backs up himself.

There's a second jolt as Rob abruptly stops the car, surveying our means of egress.

ROB: Ferryman to all cars.

Road's done for but there's a gap at the end.

Be careful.

Rob's right.

Though the tree has fallen across the tarmac, only the thin treetop lies over the grassy

bank between the road and the forest.

There's a bit of a valley between the edge of the road and the grass, and Rob wastes

no time in showing the others how to negotiate it.

Twisting the wheel, Rob dry steers towards the gap and proceeds cautiously towards the

roadside.

I watch the asphalt disappear beneath us moments before the tell-tale bump.

The Wrangler drops down the small bankside, and turns around the fallen tree.

I watch the needle covered tip brush against my window as we roll past.

With a second bump, Rob brings us back onto the road and pulls us over to the far edge,

turning the Jeep to face towards the convoy.

ROB: Ok Apollo make your way.

APOLLO: On it Rob.

As Apollo swerves towards the gap, I hear something.

The sound of a running engine, at first so quiet that it's almost impossible to isolate

it from the convoy's own rumblings.

It's since grown louder however, and it's growing steadily more noticeable.

AS: Rob, someone's coming.

ROB: Apollo get yourself over here right now.

All car's you're on double time.

Get moving!

Apollo accelerates towards the gap.

His Range Rover shudders, banking on the grassy decline, but it's hardly any effort to pull

himself around the tree and back onto the road.

The noise in the distance grows louder.

I can picture the vehicle careering towards the corner, just one turn away from having

its windshield locked on the convoy.

Though I have no idea what it might be, I don't want to share road space with anything

coming out of Jubilation.

The rest of the convoy can hear the noise now.

Bonnie and Clyde roll over to the gap, and quickly but tentatively push themselves down

onto the side.

It's clearly harder than Rob and Apollo make it look.

After a few moments they travel across the bank, bringing themselves out on the other

side.

The vehicle turns the corner.

A white truck skids into view, its tires shrieking against the road.

A metal beam sticks up behind the driver's compartment, and a hook swings with the momentum

of the hard right turn.

It's a tow truck, though something tells me it's not here to lend us assistance.

ROB: All cars, once you're on the other side, drive.

Wait around the left turn.

I'll radio if I they get by me.

APOLLO: What about you guys?

ROB: I'll come once everyone's across.

Now ain't the time for questions.

Eve and Lilith get over here now.

We still have time to get everyone across, but every passing second feels like a precious,

fleeting loss.

Eve and Lilith are impatient for their turn.

Dropping onto the roadside and coming back up in a matter of seconds.

The truck is gaining with incredible speed.

I can just about make out the words "Jubilation Recovery" scrawled across the hood.

Though the letters are rapidly becoming easier to read.

Bluejay takes her time dismounting the road.

In fact she's almost casual in how she maneuvers, whittling away at the remaining seconds we

have.

A swell of anger wells up inside of me as her wheels hit the road again.

If she's calm about this situation then good for her, but I can see Ace drumming his

fingers frenetically against the steering wheel, now stranded alone on the other side.

I watch Bluejay follow the rest of the convoy to the next turn, displaying none of the urgency

anyone else has shown.

ROB: Take it easy Ace.

You ain't built for this.

Ace takes the corner, heeding Rob's plea for caution but unwisely taking it almost

head on.

His front wheel thuds over the edge of the bank, and the chassis hits the tarmac.

The drop is just a little too steep for the Porsche's clearance.

Rob's warnings ring in my ears as Ace accelerates on three wheels, his car engaging in a slow

turn with little forward motion.

ACE: Rob, what do I do?!

Rob?!

The pickup truck maintains its speed and aligns itself with Ace's Porsche, its thunderous

velocity defying all logic, all concern for Ace's or their own safety.

ROB: Get outta the car Ace!

Get out of the goddamn car!!

Ace struggles with his seatbelt, stress overpowering his motor functions.

He unclasps it, and throws the belt to the side.

He grabs the door and pushes.

It swings open slightly, then immediately slams against the bark of the pine tree.

For a moment that lasts all too long, he shares with me a look of pleading terror.

The door is slammed shut, crumpling as the tow truck collides with the passenger side

of Ace's car.

Ace is launched against the the door, his head smashing against the window.

The ungodly racket of shrieking metal suddenly gives way to silence.

ROB: Shit.

Rob climbs into the back of the car.

AS: Rob what can I do?

ROB: Stay here.

I hear Rob rummaging among the luggage as the tow truck reverses out of Ace's Porsche.

The hood of the tow truck is completely and impossibly unharmed by the impact, as are

its two occupants.

They park the truck side on to us, the hook hanging a few metres away from the back of

the Porsche.

The the words Jubilation Recovery appear again, now accompanied by a slogan "Here to Help".

Two men in white shirts and blue overalls climb out and wander over to the ruined Porsche.

They barely seem to register the situation at all, casually chatting together as they

throw open Ace's passenger side door.

The stunned Ace looks like he's battling a concussion, only barely cognisant as he's

pulled out of the car.

He quickly grows more aware as the mechanics grab him by each arm, struggling against them

as his captors talk amongst themselves.

ROB: Let him go!

When I turn around, Rob is stepping out of the Wrangler.

Apparently, hidden within those neat stacks of luggage, was a loaded hunting rifle.

Rob raises the stock to his shoulder and repeats himself.

ROB: LET HIM GO!!

The mechanics pay no attention to Rob.

They continue to frog march Ace over to the truck.

One of them making a quiet joke to the other as they go.

They laugh.

An awful bang erupts beside me, and a deep red hole bursts from one mechanic's torso,

blood slowly seeping out of the wound.

Inexplicably, the mechanic does nothing more than look down at his wound, up at Rob, and

then back to the matter at hand.

He hardly breaks stride as he continues towards the truck, bleeding freely onto the floor,.

I hear Rob set about reloading the rifle.

The mechanics arrive at the back of the truck with Ace.

There are two short loops of thin chain hanging from the lowest of the hook's chainlinks.

The mechanics feed Ace's arms through one loop each, until he's hanging by the armpits

in front of the hook itself.

Rob fires another shot that goes nowhere.

The mechanics grab a handful of Ace's hair, chatting as they do so, and lift Ace's head

up until his lower jaw is just above the hook.

In that moment, despite everything, despite all my journalistic ideals, my pursuit of

truth, my duty as an observer…

I close my eyes.

The visual disappears into darkness, but the sound doesn't.

The impact and the sorrowful, obstructed groan that follows penetrates my bones, reverberating

throughout my very being.

Another gunshot, and the sharp twang of a metallic ricochet.

Ace's cries continue as the engine starts up and carries him off back to Jubilation.

I hear another gunshot, that sounds like it hits nothing but air.

As the engine, and Ace's whimpers, grow quieter, a few moments pass before one final,

measured gunshot echoes around the car.

ROB: … Goddamnit.

GOD-FUCKING-DAMNIT!!!

The Wrangler's chassis clangs as Rob kicks the side with all his considerable might.

I open my eyes to see a fallen pine tree, a ruined Porsche, and an otherwise empty road.

When Rob climbs into the car, it's clear he's trying to regulate his breathing.

An internalised rage lighting him up, barely under his control.

ROB: We have to go.

Rob turns us around, pointing the Wrangler back down the road.

The quiet of the car echoes in my ears, along with other noises I can't hope to forget.

I watch the fallen pine grow smaller in the rear view mirror, overwhelmed by a feeling

that I'm leaving more behind on this road than I can currently imagine.

Bereft of conversation, of logic, of any semblance of comfort, Rob and I do the only thing we

can.

We take the next left.

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