3. The same dirt woods road, seconds after the explosion
Cassandra Daniels was out of her mind with whatever drugs they had given her. She came to her senses just before she almost shot the man who had saved her life. She needed to be out of there. Now. The adrenaline was sending her blood shooting through her veins. She realized she was almost naked and it was so COLD. She ran back the man’s car and snatched up her savior’s jacket and sprinted down the dirt road.
She kept looking back, the man wasn’t following her, which was a good thing.
Well, Cass, you did nail him pretty good in the balls.
She almost said out loud. The fire popped again and it was getting larger even as she got further away.
“Lance….you…..stupid… IDIOT!” She did say out loud.
Cass walked for a long time, coming to another road, a barely tarred one, on which she started walking north on. A large woods truck came rumbling along, and of course, being Maine, the early morning hours, the driver immediately reduced speed and pull up to the shivering woman.
She'd like to think anyplace in America, most people would stop for a half-naked woman standing alone in the freezing cold. But unfortunately that is not the case, in some places they speed up.
The driver already had his window down as the air brakes hissed the monstrosity of a truck to a stop.
“JAY-SIS, girl, what happened to you!?!?”
Cass thought about whipping out the glock and taking the truck but in her current state, wasn’t sure she could manage it. So she went this route:
“Jees” He held a finger up, “Hold on…” He turned back to his truck, He looked like typical Maine trucker, Dirty baseball cap and car-harts. Bottom lip puffed out with chewing tobacco. He brought a nasty old blanket from behind his seat. It smelled bad but Cass allowed him to put it around it because she was frozen to the bone. He helped into the passenger side of rumbling truck, pushed some fast food containers, potato chip bags and other garbage off the seat and helped her up inside. She welcomed the blowing heat from the dashboard. He climbed back into the drivers side, shift some gears and off they were going. She clasped the glock tucked inside other “savior's” jacket.
“When you are ready, can you tell me what’s going on and what I can do to help?” He said cautiously.
She nodded, still playing the scared accident victim. Just as the feeling started to come back to her legs, they met a state trooper, followed by an ambulance several sizes of fire trucks, a sheriff and another state trooper pulling up the rear. Her new savior started losing his shit.
“Oh! Wow!..... Um, is that for yo..? Should we go back?”
“But they may want ta…”
“NO” She interrupted, more sterner.
“But they could help you… if your hurt…. Areyouhurt?” He was talking faster and voice got higher. The speed of the large truck started to decrease.
“I think we shouldfindaplaceto….”
He was still reducing speed…
She pulled out the glock and held it straight at him with both hands.. Full on panic, his eyes got wide and some nasty tobacco juice dribbled down his chin. Cass was aware he could easily wreck this ancient Peterbilt. She had to find a way to downgrade his anxiety but bring him under her control.
“I’m not going to hurt you, just keep the truck…. Moving.... Forward” She spoke as plain, clear and loud as she could. “What is your name?”
“L-lester.... Everycallsmeless…. You know with two ss’s?”
She was starting to get him back, she glanced in the mirror to watch the law enforcement and rescue team proceeding around the corner behind them.
Less was still shaking, but he wiped the tobacco remnants off his chin and grabbed the steering wheel and shifter. The truck lurched forward. As they continued down the road, Lester kept looking at her, “Are you going to kill me?”
“No.” She withdrew the glock and placed it on her lap, “Just keep moving, Lester. Let’s just ride in silence for a few moments. We’ll talk in a bit.”
“I think I pissed my pants”
While they continued down the road, a thousand thoughts went through Cassandra Daniel’s drug addled mind. Only one thought was going through Lester Pierce's,
I am never stopping for anyone again.
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This is an absolute work of fiction. Names, characters, pets, businesses, places, truck drivers, firefighters, EMTs, events, woods roads locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's questionable imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. So don't get too excited.