Post by Void on Jan 17, 2021 23:49:43 GMT -5
Two men sit in a red truck, going down a road in the middle of a forest. The driver is stocky, his passenger is slimmer.
“Anyways, so Billy goes up to her and… Wait what’s that?” The driver points off to the side of the road, where a figure is shambling down the road towards the truck. He collapses as the men pass him, and the driver stops the truck.
“Shit.” he says as he gets out, the passenger following cautiously. They walk up to the man and find a guy in tattered, bloodied clothes, wearing a black mask.
The man starts coughing, opening his eyes.
“Oh… thank God!” he says, slowly getting up. “I-I’ve run into some real trouble, folks. Could you, uh, drive me to the closest town? I’d be in your debt.”
The driver sighs. “Sure, sure man. Vandiver’s only 15 minutes away. Jump in the back.”
“Thank you, thank you so much, sir!” the man says, rushing over to the tailgate. The other men pile into the cab, the engine starts, and they continue down the road.
The driver rolls down the window to the back. “So, what’s up with the, uh, blood?”
“Oh, I was attacked. Two hitchhikers took advantage of my hospitality, stole my car, and left me for dead.” the man replies.
“Well I’ll be damned. That’s some rotten luck. Did you get a good look at them?” says the slim man.
“Hmmm. Well, it was a man and a woman. The man, he was determined. I could see it in his eyes. He’d been through some real despairing stuff, but he’d come out of it stronger than ever. When he left me there, on the side of the road, he said it was a test of my self-reliance. That if I could just power through, I’d end up like him. Load of horseshit, if you ask me. I’ve always thought, a man can’t just rely on himself. You need some sorta higher power, ya know? Clearly, relying on himself, or anyone else for that matter, clearly hadn’t gotten this man far. He needed a greater calling if you ask me, to really push himself, to claim success.”
“Then there was the lady. A real piece of work. She came off like a real princess, all cordial and polite. But, when they attacked me? I’ve never seen someone with such fury, such anger, and yet there was a coldness to it. There was so much potential there, but her other side held her back. See, I’m always telling people, you can’t take half measures. Look inside, accept the true you, and stand before the almighty. Or maybe, I’m wrong, and she can’t be salvaged. In that case, she ought to be destroyed. Either way, as far as I’m concerned, she’d be better than the freak she was.”
“Y’know, you could be a preacher with the way you go on like that.” said the slim man. He and the driver laugh.
“Actually up here, there’s a dirt road. Pull off, I’ve got a cabin a ways back in the woods.”
The driver and the slim man look at each other confused, then the driver shrugs, and pulls off the main road.
“So, uh, what are you up to in these parts, anyways?”
“Oh, I’m just lookin to help out people. Y’know, provide guidance, spread the good word, prove my faith. There’s too many doubters in the world these days. But the time’s coming, if you catch my drift. People are gonna have to meet their maker, whether they want to or not. Well, thank you kind gents, could you stop here?”
Both men trade glances of suspicion. They stop the truck, and the driver closes the window.
“This guy is mighty strange. I say we ask him a few questions. Report him to the authorities if necessary.”
“I like the way you think,'' says the driver. He reaches into the glovebox and pulls out a pistol. Both men slowly load out of the cab. But, they’re shocked to find the bed empty, and their back tires slashed. The last thing we see is the tailgate, emblazoned with the words “Voorhees Farms.”