Left for Dead

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Shane groggily fumbled around for his phone. He felt self-conscious about his ring tone. What time was it anyway? 10:30am, he realized that he hadn't set an alarm because he wasn't planning on going to sleep. "Shit," he thought, he was still in the motel room and double shit: the woman he picked up on the road with sitting in the recliner staring at him. He must have been so tired after his long haul that he fell asleep when he was pretending to sleep and now what was he going to do. Well, first he had to find his phone, then maybe he could figure out what to do next.

It just said "Unknown Caller". He didn't usually answer those types of calls. 'If they want to talk to me, they can tell me who they are,' that was the Shane principle, but he didn't want to deal with the problem sitting in the recliner so he picked up.

"Hello," he said. There was a pause and then somber voice started on the other side.

"I have to get to Indianapolis" he said to the problem in the recliner, then his brain stopped working "bus penny hospital penny coma I'm sorry I'm leaving I'm sorry" He dumped the contents on his wallet on the nightstand, barely enough for the beet surprise next door. He started to cry, Penny always hated beet surprise.

He ran out the door and directly into a tiny woman with buck teeth, a sharp nose and beady eyes. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry he said picking her up and hurrying to his truck. She barely seemed to notice that he'd knocked her down. He got into the truck and started to drive. He could be in Indianapolis in 2 hours if he really sped he thought. Penny used to love to ride with him when she was younger, she loved being up high able to see everything, radioing to other truckers, honking the horn for the school kids, he looked over to the passenger seat and was shocked to notice he wasn't alone. Sitting, lazily bathing himself in the sun was the cat with the creepy eyes.