The Phone Call
"We will take the car." You say.
Your dad nods with a small smile.
"Okay, that's good thinking. Lets go."
You both head for the car. You get out the door. You go first and a beast, taller fatter and probably faster than you towers over you. His teeth are so sharp and yellow. You're frozen - too scared to even breath. Both his claws grab your shoulders and he's thrown back with a force, leaving you standing and shaking. Thank goodness your dad was there to shoot him. You were dead meat!
Anyway, you both get in the car.
"Son, I need you to drive while I shoot." you dad calmly tells you.
"Why cant I shoot?" you ask with a frown.
"When you're shooting, you must get every single beast the comes within - let's say - 100 metres of the car. If you dont shoot it then you will be the blame for one of us - or both of us - dying. Now do you really want the responsibility of both our lives or do you want to drive the fuckin' car wherever you godamn please?" his arms are folded and he looks pretty serious.
"I'll drive the car!" you smile weakly.
You dad nods and gets into the passenger seat, throwing his bag of clothing and food into the back seat. You hand him your bag and he loads that into the back as well. You jump into the drivers seat and shut the door. Where are you heading?
Your dad nods with a small smile.
"Okay, that's good thinking. Lets go."
You both head for the car. You get out the door. You go first and a beast, taller fatter and probably faster than you towers over you. His teeth are so sharp and yellow. You're frozen - too scared to even breath. Both his claws grab your shoulders and he's thrown back with a force, leaving you standing and shaking. Thank goodness your dad was there to shoot him. You were dead meat!
Anyway, you both get in the car.
"Son, I need you to drive while I shoot." you dad calmly tells you.
"Why cant I shoot?" you ask with a frown.
"When you're shooting, you must get every single beast the comes within - let's say - 100 metres of the car. If you dont shoot it then you will be the blame for one of us - or both of us - dying. Now do you really want the responsibility of both our lives or do you want to drive the fuckin' car wherever you godamn please?" his arms are folded and he looks pretty serious.
"I'll drive the car!" you smile weakly.
You dad nods and gets into the passenger seat, throwing his bag of clothing and food into the back seat. You hand him your bag and he loads that into the back as well. You jump into the drivers seat and shut the door. Where are you heading?