Theron sat stunned in the driver’s seat, the truck
pulled over to the side of the highway.
Smell of iron from Wyatt’s blood was beginning to make his stomach churn. The map of Nebraska laid crumpled with
red fingerprints between the seats on the console. Every inch of the front of his truck was sticky, tainted. He looked in the rearview mirror to see
his face, half illuminated by the sun while the other was as if he was trying
to use costume paint, like Two Face from Batman.
Cars rushed past his, their engines roaring towards
the next destination. Theron
looked out at the flat landscape surrounding the road, low grass plains and
dirt. The land was as barren as he
felt. They were supposed to make
it through together, but that shootout was quick and Wyatt was
inexperienced. He looked back over
at Wyatt’s soaked body, Theron’s white tank top balled up on the bullet wound.
He reached over and gently shut Wyatt’s eyes. His stomach churned and he got out of
the car. The fresh air couldn’t
rid of the smell but he finally felt like he could breathe. And with that first breath in, he let
out a guttural cry. He fell to his
knees and slammed his fists, causing the rise of dirt clouds around him.
INT. CAR – DAY
The seats are bathed in
blood and a body, WYATT, is slumped in the passenger. A balled up TANK TOP rests over the wound. His eyes are vacantly staring up at his
friend. A bloody MAP is stuffed
between the two seats on the middle console.
THERON, 24 and now hell
bent on revenge, sits stunned in the driver’s seat. He stares ahead at the road, void of how to handle the
recent death. Theron’s face is half covered in blood while the other by the
sun.
Theron looks out at the
landscape, a flat sea of grass and dirt surround the small strip of HIGHWAY.
CARS pass by, SOUNDS of roaring engines and the cutting of air fills the
silence.
Theron looks over at
Wyatt, tears beginning to from. He reaches over and CLOSES Wyatt’s
eyelids. He then gets out of the
car to breathe and to release his anger.
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