"We're the last hope?" Jack asked, awed and terrified.
"You will not tell anyone, even Darcy, am I clear?" Zeke replied with a hint of compulsion in his voice.
Immediately Jack replied with a 'Yessir!'. Zeke continued driving down the road when they saw them. The tire tracks clearly visible in the broken glass veering sharply off of the road and into the woods.
"We've got company, Jackie" Zeke said with a grin. He pulled the truck over to the side of the road. He reached behind him and grabbed the two shotguns lying on the backseat. He handed one to Jack and started to get out. "Shoot anything that moves."
"Yessir," Jack replied. His muscles stood rigid and his heart pumped faster. A fight; the beast within him warmed.
Zeke walked across the road and stopped short of the woods. He took in a deep breaths while smelling the air around him. He smelled something foreign, but it was fading. He walked over to the car and confirmed what he'd already guessed. "Who ever was driving in this piece of shit is long gone. By the scent, I'd say five weeks or so."
"Nah, shorter than that. We re-did the road a month ago. Within that time is my guess, unless we missed them."
"Good point. The scent is old though. I hope we didn't miss them." Zeke went back to the truck and grabbed the orange gallon jug sitting on the floor of the passenger seat. He unscrewed the top of it, walked over to the strange car, and poured the contents all over it. He lit a match and threw it on top. The car made a soft whooshing noise as the flames spread over it. Zeke turned to Jack with a fierce smile. "Ready to hunt?"
"About time!" Jack's enthusiasm equally matched Ezekeil's.
"Let's go." Zeke turned and smelled the air again, now polluted with the chemicals needed to manufacture the car and the gasoline itself, but could still smell the stranges' scents. East, towards town. He sighed and prayed something was wrong about the scent; that they weren't late in finding the car. He started on the trail with Jack at his side. He could clearly hear, over the flames of the car, his cellphone ringing from the truck. He was tempted to answer it, but he already knew that Claudette had lost the pups, he didn't need to hear it again. Plus, he didn't want her to worry about this new hunt of theirs. As he walked further and further east and away from the truck, the ringing grew softer until he could no longer hear it.
"You will not tell anyone, even Darcy, am I clear?" Zeke replied with a hint of compulsion in his voice.
Immediately Jack replied with a 'Yessir!'. Zeke continued driving down the road when they saw them. The tire tracks clearly visible in the broken glass veering sharply off of the road and into the woods.
"We've got company, Jackie" Zeke said with a grin. He pulled the truck over to the side of the road. He reached behind him and grabbed the two shotguns lying on the backseat. He handed one to Jack and started to get out. "Shoot anything that moves."
"Yessir," Jack replied. His muscles stood rigid and his heart pumped faster. A fight; the beast within him warmed.
Zeke walked across the road and stopped short of the woods. He took in a deep breaths while smelling the air around him. He smelled something foreign, but it was fading. He walked over to the car and confirmed what he'd already guessed. "Who ever was driving in this piece of shit is long gone. By the scent, I'd say five weeks or so."
"Nah, shorter than that. We re-did the road a month ago. Within that time is my guess, unless we missed them."
"Good point. The scent is old though. I hope we didn't miss them." Zeke went back to the truck and grabbed the orange gallon jug sitting on the floor of the passenger seat. He unscrewed the top of it, walked over to the strange car, and poured the contents all over it. He lit a match and threw it on top. The car made a soft whooshing noise as the flames spread over it. Zeke turned to Jack with a fierce smile. "Ready to hunt?"
"About time!" Jack's enthusiasm equally matched Ezekeil's.
"Let's go." Zeke turned and smelled the air again, now polluted with the chemicals needed to manufacture the car and the gasoline itself, but could still smell the stranges' scents. East, towards town. He sighed and prayed something was wrong about the scent; that they weren't late in finding the car. He started on the trail with Jack at his side. He could clearly hear, over the flames of the car, his cellphone ringing from the truck. He was tempted to answer it, but he already knew that Claudette had lost the pups, he didn't need to hear it again. Plus, he didn't want her to worry about this new hunt of theirs. As he walked further and further east and away from the truck, the ringing grew softer until he could no longer hear it.
