Overtake me!

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They managed to reach the destination without incident. It was a typical roadside diner, which had probably not changed since the days of the "uranium fever". After parking, she confidently walked into the cafe pushing open the front door. An elderly waitress met her with an unkind look at the bar. "Uncle Jim's niece is here." Bryant said, putting on a fake smile. "Kail, someone has come to see you!"  the old woman shouted disgustedly somewhere in the kitchen. A moment later, an equally old man came out and, with the same fake smile, hugged the girl across the counter. - "Jimmy's lovely girl!" They walked to the car. The old man accepted the goods and hugged the girl once more. This time, carefully stuffing a thick wad of bills into her pants pocket. "Wow, these are still on the move!" Kail looked at the car of his youth in surprise. Fury fit perfectly into the surroundings, but unlike the dilapidated walls and dirty sign of the building, she shone with novelty. For a second, it seemed to the old man that the car was looking back at him. Then, unexpectedly for everyone, the radio turned on again. This time the guys from "Five Stars" sang - Baby atomic bomb:

"Got a doll baby, I love her so
Nothing else like her anywhere you go
Man she's anything but calm
A regular pint-sized atom bomb"

Bryant looked at the old man. Now the smile turned into a strange grin, "We have to go. Bye." patting the man on the shoulder, she jumped into the salon and hurried out of the place.

And again she was met by an empty road, but soon, a dark spot began to appear ahead, which later acquired the features of a truck. That truck. Chevy brazenly took the middle of the highway and did not even think to give in! The girl honked, and it seems "BEATNGU" heard it, giving a roll to the right. She was about to fit into the open "corridor", but she almost crashed into the body! The driver immediately blocked access for safe overtaking, continuing to drive on the left side of the road. She decided to maneuver to the right, but no! The stranger repeated the same trick. And so on several times. That was getting on her nerves. She beat the horn mercilessly. Ineffective. The vehicle began to drive in the middle again, and then moved slightly to the left again.

"Come on. Overtake me!"

  It was like an invitation to try to play that stupid game again. This finally drove the girl out of herself and by abruptly pulling the steering wheel, and then pulling the gas pedal, she was able to make a sharp maneuver, raising clouds of road dust into the air. Now the musclecar took the lead on the road. The girl was elated, but she still did not know what kind of monster was driving an equally creepy truck.

Such an audacious attack clearly did not like the owner of the old van. Scaly hands slowly closed on the steering wheel, and in one of the mirrors, a look of cloudy blue eyes could be seen. Despite their human structure, there is nothing left of it in them. The look of a beast, that's all. An animal who awakened a sense of hunting excitement. He took a deep breath and a dozen smells instantly hit his brain. Among alcoholates, diethylamines, and mint fragrance, there was one strange smell that did not fit into this picture in any way. It was the smell of rot. Very similar to the one that permanently inhabited his lair. But where is the smell of his prey? Why isn't he here? The toxic scent of decomposition did not stop pinching the creature's sensitive receptors, " - Stop! There's someone else in the car!" It was a guy sprawled out in the back seat of a red sedan. The monster blinked, and now the passenger was gone! As soon as the monster lost its vigilance for a second, Plymouth moved away to a decent distance, but was still in sight. This cat-and-mouse game brought neither pleasure nor results. Turning off at the next bend, the truck headed for one iconic place - the junkyard, so familiar to Creeper. No one has ever managed to escape. The unfortunate ones got lost in piles of rusty car junk and were devoured, and their cars became new "corpses" of this pit.

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