14 July 2012
Contains strong language. :)
The rusty land rover, with two youths in their late teens inside, rolled through the hastily darkening forest. "Do you think there are bears in this place?" asked Steve. "What, are you chickening out?" Laughed David. As he turned the headlights on. "Shut up." Steve gave David a playful shove in the shoulder. The car swerved out of control and into a bush by the side of the track. "What the fuck was that for?!" David growled. "Jesus, sorry about that." Steve replied awkwardly. "Be more careful next time for Christ's sake." David reversed out of the hedge and back onto the track angrily. They drove on for a quarter of an hour or so, teasing each other with chilling ghost stories. The forest, now pitch black apart from the land rover's headlights added to the thrill of the stories. "Can you pull over Dave? I need to take a piss." "Sure." Dave watched as Steve wandered into the bushes. There was silence for a few seconds then all of a sudden there was a loud rustling and a distressed 'Shit' from Steve. An almighty roar was heard. Steve shrieked in agony. "Steve? What the fuck is going on?... Steve?!" Steve came stumbling out of the bushes, clothes torn and bloodied, and flung himself into the car. "DRIVE! JUST FUCKING DRIVE!"
Drive • Opuss № I