The night's fog was thick but crisp as it seemed to creep into my window I'd drawn open slightly. It was two a.m. but the dog was throwing up. The vet says they're seizures. I could have gone to the conveinient store around the corner but I'm a slave to the prices of chinese goods at low priced conglomeratization.

I pay attention to my speed because i know main street cops are strict this time of night. Store after store that remains closed to my left and right, most will never reopen. Finally, there over the hilll was the blue lights of my destination. A left and right around the parking lot and i was on my way to through the front door. The opening slid open and I passed aisle upon aisle until I found it. Pepto bismouth. The pink stuff should do the trick. Better get the pill form so i can trick the poor little bastard by hiding his cure in one of his favorite foods. I paid the three dollars and got back into my car. I tried to hurry home and so I took a back road. Passed the hospital and around the usual couple bends. I came to the last four way before I began to go by the farm.

A womans scream shook me. It came from the right. I looked desperately for its source. It was too dark and there weren't any street lights. I was startled, but for a moment considered continuing on my way. Again, i heard it, this time more drawn out and high pitched than before. I pulled my car to the right, shifted into park, undid my seatbelt and opened my door, keys still in the running car. I looked over my roof and saw a barn. It stood alone. Surely, whoever screamed must be in there. I left my car, popped my trunk and pulled an aluminum bat. Slowly i made my way across the street and toward this barn. I tried not to think of what I'd probably see inside, and just focused on gripping my weapon tight. I came around the corner and saw the door was open. A man stood over a woman who lay there scared, arm shielding her face.

"Hey mother fucker! Get away from her!" I yelled with anger in my voice as to shake the attacker. The balding man in a plaid shirt turned to me with a smile, eyes squinted under his brow. His hair on his chest was thick and seemed to almost connect to his thick beard. His stance was wide. He put one foot my way then brought the other foot beside his. He was about to run toward me. I could tell. My grip tightened on the bat in my right hand and he began his stride toward me, hands extended surely to grab me, but i joined my hands to the bat, took it back and swung a fully swing toward his head. I slammed my target and the body of the culprit went limp and spun before slamming to the ground.

I quickly made my way to the lady in distress. I reached my hand to her and from her tears she looked up at me like an angel. I got her on her feet and told her to stand behind me as i approached her attacker as he lay on his stomach. Slowly, we walked to the exit of the barn and we made it out. I pointed to the lady, thats my car over there, get in. She ran and got in the drivers side. Slam the door went and this woman took off and stole my car.

"Son of a bitch," I mutttered. I turned my attrention back to the guy on the ground but he had gotten away somehow. He was gone. Perfect. I tightened my grip once more. Then, i slowly backed out of the barn toward the main road again.

Bright lights came on from down the road toward the farm. The engine revved and the truck peeled out from the parking lot and down the main road straight for me. I turned the corner of the four way and tried to make a run for main street for safety, I ran my fastest but knew the truck could only be right behind me. A developement was to my left on the other side of the hospital. I cut off the road to head towards it. I heard the truck's breaks hit once it had made it to the four way. He must not have seen what direction I went. I heard a truck door shut. He must be behind me on foot. With my lead on him, I hit the ground softly and hid behind some bushes and a garden. I could see him, but he had't found me. In his arms was a shotgun. He took about five feet from his truck my direction, stopped and looked over the developement, hoping to see me but he hadn't. He kicked the ground in frustration and slid back into his beat up old chevy truck. However, he proceeded toward main street. I watched him until he was no longer in sight and got up off my stomach and kept low as i slinked my way through the developement like a criminal. I knew that the police station was not far but couldn't be open, but i did see three cruisers outside the bar that was closer and just outside these houses on the southern side of town. Past each house I tried to remain unnoticed from any cat, skunk, or loud mouth little dogs that might draw attention. Past clover street and down maple circle. I was about half way to the main cross roads before I'd only have to go down the hill for police when i heard an engine coming. Again, I dove down to the ground. This time, around the corner of someones house. I peaked from the other side. Slowly the trucks lights searched the porches of this small town America. He continued around the bend believing he'd failed to find me. He turned around and made a left at the intersection that would take him where he must not have been yet. I pushed up again and saw a shovel near me, I grabbed it. I was no longer unarmed.

I slinked again and again, passed houses and I could see the bar just over some tall yellow grass. I climbed over it and made my way into the parking lot, across it and to the police cars. I heard their radios going wild. When i appraoched their cruisers i was shocked. Their faces had been made into hamburger like messes of what they'd used to have been. I almost threw up. I reached into their squad cars and pulled out their pistols from their holsters. The truck was coming from main street toward the bar. I cocked each gun and anticipated the clowns arrival. I'd blast his ass.

The lights came from around the corner. Thats when I heard an engine turn on behind me. While I was fixated on the lights, I hadn't pay attention to the parking lot of the bar. The truck was behind me and its lights were off. The next thing i remember, the truck was rolling over my head and i passed out. The last things i saw were The dirty barefoot of the redneck and a shovel being dragged behind him. He lifted it up and slammed it on my neck. My head came off easily.