Walls

Prologue

Rain pelted down onto the fogging windshield. Ricardo squinted up at the steely black sky through the vipers swishing ferociously in front of him. His fingers tightened around the wheel.

The car glided forward along the deserted road. On both sides were thin mesh fences keeping wild vegetation at bay - tall trees extended into the darkness for as far as he could see.

He felt terrified making this trip. But his boss wasn't to be argued with.

As the passing street lights illuminated the inside of the car, he sneaked peeks at the mirror. His eyes caught the steely faces of his passengers. They were not enjoying the ride.

Ricardo fumbled with the radio but gave up when he couldn't find his regular station. He decided to keep his hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road. Better safe than sorry. He leaned a little forward, his spine straight, as he laid his piercing gaze on the road.

The road winded left and right at crazy angles. Gloomy darkness hung around them in each direction save for the car's bright headlights that cut through the blinding rain. Puddles of water splashed away on the slippery road, and Ricardo cursed himself for not changing into new tires when he had the chance.

Usually, the soft hum of the engine calmed him. But today, that was stirring a tornado of nerves in his stomach. The tips of his ears burned, and he could feel bile rising to his throat.

No fool drove through Weeper's Creek at the dead of night - especially not in the middle of a storm.

Lightning flashed out of nowhere, and thunder rumbled overhead, sending goosebumps down his arms. He wished that his boss wasn't so demanding - calling him at midnight to order a ride through Weeper's Creek when a storm was in full swing.

Ricardo set his teeth together.

As if on cue, his phone vibrated on the dashboard. A peep at the caller ID confirmed his fears. He dared ignore the call but took a deep breath and answered, pressing a Bluetooth device to his ear. His hand returned to the wheel, gripping it as if his life depended on it.

"How far away?" the gruff voice demanded on the other end of the line.

"Two hours," Ricardo said.

"Make it one and a half."

The line disconnected. Ricardo cursed - his fingers turned white on the wheel.

His boss was insane! How could he drive any faster in a storm? But he also feared the man's wrath.

He cursed again and switched the gear.

Another street lamp passed by, and he risked a glance at his passengers. Both of them were still, looking out the window - their gazes almost robotic.

When his eyes returned to the road, there was an enormous container idling at the center. Red lights blazed around its edges.

His spine shot taut, and he pushed the brakes with all his might. A sharp breath was caught in his throat as the car skidded across the road. Ricardo's bulging eyes squeezed shut, and he brought a protective arm over his eyes. His other hand instinctively tugged at the steering wheel.

The car spun in a loud whoosh as the tires glided against the wet road. His seat belt cut into his chest, and Ricardo froze in a half scream.

Before his brain could register anything, the car shot off the narrow road and tumbled down a grassy cliff.

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