All Eyes On The Target

The begin of an endless nightmare

(A/N: Liane lives in South Carolina, so she's traveling downwards instead of upwards for the sake of the story)

When Liane finally rides Louisiana in, she starts to notice how her car was almost out of fuel. She notices a small sign showing her that she is gonna be soon at a gas station. And people say she isn't lucky! She chuckles to herself before she finally sees the very old gas station in view.

She parks her car at one of the pumps while she parks. She takes her wallet and phone out of her bag and then exits the car, locking it behind her.

Looking around her, she notices a black car with tinted windows parked quite far away from the pumps. Usually, she wouldn't have found it suspicious, but something about this particular one made her shiver.

But she decides to ignore it just to soothe her mind. It's America, after all. What isn't suspicious around here? Finally, she makes it to the front of the gas station, noticing the very bored cashier behind the Register
is doing something on their phone while about 3 to 4 people are currently roaming.

Opening the door, she can hear the faint ding of the bell being rung as she enters. Making the cashier glance her way nervously as he fumbles to put his phone away and stand properly.

"God, these people don't get paid enough to do their job." she thought as she friendly smiled at the cashier and waved at him.

While there in the gas station, she decided she'd also get something to drink and eat. After all, it has been quite the trip so far as she was still a long way from her destination.

Grabbing a four-pack of Redbull and some beef jerky, she starts walking towards the register to pay for the stuff she grabbed and, of course, to pay for the pumps so she could get some gas in. When suddenly a man in a hoodie shoves her aside quickly, making her drop the things she was holding. Looking up at him angrily, she goes to yell something when the man turns to her.

And Jesus was she terrified to even mumble out a word when she noticed his face. It looked dead, almost like a zombie. Those grazed eyes look at her, waiting for her to say something, but she freezes, not being able to spit out anything. She quickly crouches to grab the stuff she dropped as the man quickly walks away.

"Fucking creep." She muttered under her breath. She could still feel the same sensation she felt when seeing his eyes the first time. God, how could anyone forget that? Even tho it happened 3 minutes ago, she could not stop thinking about it as she finally walked to the counter and up at the cashier.

He also had a look of shock on his face present. Before she could ask anything, she heard the door slam of the gas station entrance, and it didn't take her two seconds to figure out who I could have been, the one responsible for it.

"Some people don't have manners, do they?" Liane said before looking at the cashier who snapped out of his trance.

"You could say that again." He says, scoffing at what assumes was the hooded man who had already left.

"What's up with that guy? First, he shoves me out of his way, and now he's slamming doors. Does he have no respect for others or himself?" Liane asked, already knowing the answer.

"I suppose he doesn't, but then again, I wouldn't want to be near him. He's for better judgment, one creepy hell of a guy." The cashier said the last part angrily under his breath loud enough so Liane could still hear him.

"I'd have to agree with that." Liane laughed kindly at the cashier. Long after their small conversation on the hooded men, both decided to get this quickly over with, with the cashier scanning and getting the pump ready and Liane paying.