pt 2
“Get in the car we’re going to be late,” laughed Sarah.
“Why did you park so far away and why are you driving the bloody Mazda?” barked TJ as he jumped through the window of the Mazda.
Precariously perched next to Adam’s rose bushes, was Sarah’s maroon Mazda. It looked like a dead flower that grew too large and began decaying next to the curb. Rust was eating the bottom of the car faster than a pig at trough. No awards would be one by this one. There were blood stains on the bottom and the interior it smelt like a slaughter house with a hint of vanilla but could go 0-60 in 7.8 seconds. Despite to say the car had character it might not have been the best car but it made the town a more probable place for the next zombie apocalypse.
Sarah giggled then scratched her head and while raising one eyebrow said “It’s the only car I’ve got babe, and it’s gonna do you pig.”
TJ looked down wiggled his thumbs and looked back at her, “you want me to paint it again, like last Saturday?”
“NO!” exclaimed Sarah.
TJ looked out the window and saw the same pattern as he did earlier on his neighbors cars,
“He’s got a Toyota you know.” He started to slowly roll up the window as he remarked “one day I’m going to cut someone,”
”cut me!” laughed Sarah. “I’m TJ, and I’m going to do the best zombie slaughter there is. I have a flame thrower and tons of guns in my butt and one day… one day, pow! Straight to the moon.” Sarah laughed as she put the car in gear and headed towards Horse Heads. TJ looked out the window and smiled. The orbs of water rolled down the side of her car without a care in the world. TJ could see Sarah’s reflection.
Sarah’s blonde hair was tucked behind her ear still stained with blood making it partially pink.
“I see you grey eyes just skip to third we’re going down-hill.”
“I’m on to your, ninja skills TJ, and one day I‘m going to bust you good” giggle Sarah.
“Are you sure your mother didn’t put those eyes on you? With all that lab work she does you never know…” laughed Tj,
“I sir, am not a zombie” sighed Sarah.
“Don’t lie to me I will find you out.”
“She works at the waste management facility, how would she create a zombie?”
“she’ll figure it out she knows science.”
“you’re a turd.”
Sarah drove her Mazda speedily through the two horse town with-out a care in the world. I wish there was a speed strip in town I could drive on, she thought. Taking advantage of every hill to gain speed allowed her to pop up and fly over the smaller hills, she drove like a true maniac. With each bump and ounce of height gained from each jump off the roads surface, brought sensations of scratches and squeaks of the tire meeting back up with the asphalt. She would pull fishtails every time she landed causing TJ to clench his fist around the door handle.
“Slow down.” Yelled TJ
“Not today ninja! Were almost their” Sarah laughed manically.
TJ was always unsettled by her driving. It was the one thing that thoroughly scared him of, she was upredictable, in control, and fast. Just then Sarah drifted around a corner and let the tires lift up on his side. The only one thing that boils my blood is her driving he thought. Sarah could handle anything: cars, motorcycles, trucks you name it. TJ already knew the route But it was different every time it gave him butterflies. Not the shell pit again he thought, last tuesday she got stuck, and of course it was up to the man to push them out. The shell pit was about 1 mile from the warehouse and not that large but it past the historic district reserved for tourist and the old people.
The field of shell was filling up with water in the rifts created by the previous rough riders making the field a problematic field of chaos for anyone’s suspension, ecspecially TJ’s. The fact the field wasn’t as powdered as that of a white doughnut always surprised them, seeing as how the always were grinding and tearing the level to pieces. Piles of untouched shell were stacked in varying points. They would not be so easy to drive around or on in the rain now after Sarah made a moat around them with the car on their last doughnut round about. If shells could talk they surely would be mad.
“Are you ready kids!!!” yelled Sarah
TJ grabbed on to the suicide bar and gritted his teeth, as Sarah slammed on the brakes. She pulled up to the shells going 1 mile an hour. TJ heard the sweet and slow crunch of shells as the front tires rolled on to the suicidal platform, ‘shell field alpha.’ Sarah looked over to TJ and smiled the same smile as earlier except this time she had no blood on her face. Her teeth were still as white as pearls. The expression on her face was pure happiness in question, there would be no way of telling what she was up to, so pure, the pope would have a hard time understanding what exactly she was planning.
“What’s up?” asked TJ.
“We’ve known each other for a long time now and I was wondering if you liked me, so do you?”
“Are you trying to trick me or what…”
“I’m just saying I know you like me and we are the only two people around the same age in this town, so you know…”
“I am not a piece of meat missy!” TJ laughed.
“I’m not kidding and you are a piece of meat to me man meat.”
Sarah hit the throttle so hard it felt like a there was a vibrator under his seat. The front of the car started to sink in the shell and all TJ could think in his head was “this is Tuesday all over again.” Sarah ripped the wheel to the left as she pumped the throttle turning the car back on a track of traction. As soon as the car gripped again it took off fish tailing towards the outer perimeter of the historic district. Hit the top of the curb and bounced causing TJ to bang his head on the roof. The car’s rear wheels drifted as she turned to the right towards Horse heads. The car took off like a cat from a dog screeching and hissing as the road melted and disappeared from the tires point of contact the moment it the two met touched. There was undoubtedly no chance this track of road could hold them back.
“Bang, clang, thunk; they had arrived”
TJ smirked, “I can’t wait.”
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