Mutant

Nineteen

The Mustang zoomed by the street without a care. It's wheels turned quickly and quickly like a record and its two headlights shined like the moon.

It was currently night in Remirda Town, and the mustang seemed to be the only moving vehicle in the street.

"Woooo!!! Isn't this great Aaron?" Jacob cheered.

Aaron on the other hand, looked like he was going to be sick, his face showed a little green and his eyes acted doozy.
"Shouldn't we stop Jacob? We've been driving for hours,"

Jacob laughed as he continued to turn the wheel.
"The best hours of our life!"

The mustang continued to motor along. It ran over some dead brown bodies, a couple crumpled papers, and even a loose leg just to get some clear road again.

Aaron hung his head out the window shield and belched. Brown mushy fluids spilled out and splattered on to the concrete.

"Thank god," Aaron moaned as he stuck his head back inside the car.

Jacob turned to Aaron.
"You're being such a baby dude,"

Aaron noticed a small black puddle up ahead. He squinted his eyes to clarify it.
Oil. Slick, slippery oil.

"Look out!" Aaron shouted.

Jacob turned his focus back on the wheel and then noticed the puddle. He quickly swung the wheel to the left to maneuver the vehicle in the other direction. But it was too late.

The Mustang's wheel went over the puddle and then began to skitter skatter as it swung around uncontrollably.

"Do something!" Aaron shouted.

"I'm trying!" Jacob screeched. He quickly slapped his small feet on the brakes. But that didn't better the situation. It only made the car spin even more.

Spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning until it headed towards the direction of a brick building.

"Why isn't it doing anything?!" Jacob whined as he continued to press and press and press on the breaks.
All the way until a...

CRASH!!!!

The Mustang made full on contact with the building, shattering it to smithereens. The black wheels rolled off and window shields smashed to the ground. The headlights were crinkled off and the side view mirror was tilted and scratched with obscurity.

Nothing could be taken from the whole scene except for the sight.

The sight of the dripping pool of blood.