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Written by Mark'ee Drankard
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As David finished his beer, he looked the bartender in the
eye. "Give me
another one," He said. "I think you've had enough,"
said the bartender.
"We're closing anyway." David rose up, wobbled out and
stood next to his
car. He opened the car door and slammed it shut. "Ha,"
He yelled. David
finally hopped in his car, started it up and took off down the
road.
Squinting through the darkness he spotted a man walking his dog.
"Two
points," He yelled out and pressed on the accelerator. Seconds
later the man
and his dog ly in a puddle of blood. "Oh shit, what have
I done," David
whispered, finally sobering up. Stepping out of the car David
looked around
and quickly scooped the man and dog up destined for home.
Pulling into his garage David grabbed a shovel off the wall
and dragged the
man's body out of the car. He quickly dug a hole in the back of
his garage
and threw the body into it. Coming back for the dog he found it
was gone. He
shook his head and wiped the sweat from his face. Hearing a scratching
sound
David quickly spun around. Running to the back of the garage he
found the
hole exposed. It had been dug up by a dog! Dropping the shovel
he ran into
his house and slammed the door behind him. "This cannot be
right," He
repeated over and over. Running up to his bedroom he extracted
a revolver
from a drawer. His heavy breathing silenced when the sound of
glass
shattering rang through the still air. David backed to the wall
revolver in
hand praying. Unexpectedly footsteps were heard coming up the
stairs. David
casually pulled the hammer on the revolver as the sound neared
the door.
Slowly the doorway creaked open and before him stood a man, bloody
and brain
laid bare. David fired every shot he had until the dilapidated
body fell to
the floor. Carefully he inched his way toward the body and began
to step over
it, when a hand grabbed his ankle. David screamed and struggled
but it was
ineffectual. Gripping the revolver by the heated barrel he struck
the corpse
until it let go. After turning David fell down a flight of stairs,
jumped up
and limped towards the door. Opening the door, a dog lacking one
eye and
internal insides showing growled at him. David freaked and ran
past the dog
and down his driveway. The dog now behind him started barking
and a strange
energy pushed David into the street where he was hit by a truck.
Quickly
taking one last glance before succumbing David noticed a person
and a dog
standing beside him. "Welcome to the crossroads," The
man said then vanished.
Forthwith David only knew the dark void of death.
