-Chapter 2-

Part 2

He frowned staring at me through the side view mirror. "Press the button on the lower left hand side. Should be close to the brake pedal", I said. The stranger looked around with no luck about to complain when I sighed opening the door and pressed the nice black rectangular button. It even had a beautiful little white picture of a pump on it. 

    "Seriously? You've never refueled a car before? Where the hell did you learn to drive?", I asked.

    "From watching you, got a problem?", asked the man glaring.

    "Yes! I prefer drivers know what they are doing behind the wheel!", I said annoyed but I kept my voice down. I didn't like here. Likely this guy here didn't like it either. So get the gas and go.

    I turned to the pump hands on my hips. There was blood splattered across the number plates which vaguely read $130.20. Gas prices had soared due to the limited resources and war. Lost more than a third of our fossil fuels to the fighting. Including all the reserves for the military itself. People though, still kept driving I guess...

"Hey you got a few bucks?", I asked.

    "No", he replied.

    "Well sh**", I said huffing. This complicated things.

    "What?", he asked.

    "No money, no gas bud", I responded. I looked over to the small convenience store which accompanied the station.

    I walked off, "Hey! Get back here!", he called.

    "Chill I don't like it here either, but we need gas and I have an idea", I said walking over to the store. I peered through the broken door. The place inside was a mess. I swallowed goose bumps building up as I stepped inside slowly and carefully. There were limbs scattered around. The chip bags broken. There was filth and more blood covering the floor walls and ceiling.

    "Just get the gas and get out of here....just get the gas and get out here", I whispered to myself walking over the parts and trying to avoid the blood. I was more worried about one of the limbs snagging me or randomly tripping me than anything else. But this setting was gruesome....it was animalistic and preditorial.

    I made it to the counter to almost puke as the counter man's shoes were left standing there perfectly untouched other than that the bones were pure white and visible sticking out from his ankles. I gripped the counter covering my mouth. "I'm gonna be f***ing sick", I muttered covering my nose with my arm.

    I rummaged through things on the counter looking for a key. But what was I to expect that the computer was just glitching out and not responding to anything. All the cash register had was a few bloodied bucks and pennies.

    It wasn't worth taking. Besides I wasn't a thief....I had enough on my consciousness anyways....I didn't want to take money from a cash register even though no one would care anymore. Guess....that's a lie....I would.

    "Hey! If you got what you need get out here! We have company!", yelled the stranger.