We traveled in silence for some hours, while driving up the old abandoned freeway. I knew we were at the gateway to Corpseland; it was evident by the smell that hung in the air. It was the stench of rotting bodies that were left in the desert sun (which were more noticeably scattered along the road).
I had hoped there was an alternate route that led into Haven, but there was none. I checked and double checked the route prior to leaving Appleton. There might have been one that went through Arizona, which was almost the route I decided to go, but no one I knew had any idea if the Unluckys migrated into that state. So, we all must journey through this nightmare, and the hell that it offered, in order to get to our destination.
While scanning everyone in the SUV, no one would make eye contact with me, except Renee, who seemed to be fixated on me. She was staring a hole right through me, with those blue eyes of hers. Finally I could not take it anymore, and asked what was wrong with her.
She leaned back into her seat, crossing her arms before saying that I was changing . Everything about me had changed; I was a completely different person from whom she met only a few days ago. And when was I going to let everyone in on what was going on with me.
I asked her if she wanted to know what was going on, but she did not answer right away, which angered me even more. I told Renee that my problem was that my daughter--my baby--my child, as well as my sister were both dead! And to top things off, it all had happened in the last six hours! So, if I seemed a bit troubled, I was greatly sorry, but it was my family that was just buried, not her's!
After that, Renee turned away and didnít say anything else to me. I could see the reflection of her face in the window; she was visibly upset and possibly frightened.
Turning my attention away from her, I noticed that Richard must have passed out, while tied down to the hood of the SUV. Possibly blacking out from the lack of blood; but as much as I would love for that selfish son of a bitch to die, I wanted him to hang on a bit longer, to make a full recovery, and then I would repay him for what he had done to Maria.
It started to rain, which woke Richard up, so he was still alive for the time being. Instantly, he started with his pleas to be untied and let back inside the vehicle. Once I found a safe place to pull over, I did, which startled everyone. I got out and walked over to that sorry excuse of a brother; he looked healthy again (other than his wounds).
He kept asking me what I was going to do to him--that it was the sickness that took over. He loved Maria and wished he could change what had happened, but couldnít. I could see his fear as well as his sincerity.
Taking my handgun out, I walked over and placed the barrel against the center of Richardís forehead and pulled the trigger.
Richard let out a bloodcurdling scream as the hammer slammed against the metal frame of the handgun. Then he began to sob uncontrollably, when he realized that the weapon was not loaded. I told my brother that I was going to allow him back inside.
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