Two Heads Are Better Than One

Chapter 8: Awaken From The Nightmare

Thanks to Miles' lead foot they made it to a Best Western in Nebraska in no time. "Do you think Murkoff was there because they had found us?" Waylon asked lifting the bags out of the trunk and handing the hotel keys to Miles. "I doubt it. We haven't really left a trail or anything. I think it was just sheer coincidence." Miles replied unlocking the door.

"Wow. It's late already." Waylon said looking at the clock that read 11:39. "We haven't had anything to eat yet. Want me to run to Carl's Jr.?" Miles asked jiggling the keys to his jeep. "Ya that would be nice. While you're gone I'm gonna take a bath. At least I can't break my ass that way." Waylon replied laughing. "Alright I'll be back." He said

Miles returned shortly with the food. Waylon was done with his bath and already in his PJ's. "Damn that smells good. I'm starving." He said taking a burger and fry out of the bag. Miles laughed and began to eat his as well. "Who knew fast food could taste this good. Guess you gotta be pretty fucking hungry." Miles said stuffing his face with French fries and taking a swig of his sprite.

After they finished eating Miles grabbed the TV remote and turned on a music station that was playing soft rock. "Wow I haven't heard this song since I was in high school." He said bobbing his head to the beat. "Never heard it before." Waylon said listening intently. "That's cause you're lame." Miles replied. "Well anyway now that my belly is full I'm gonna hit the sack." Waylon stated yawning and climbing under the covers. "You do that. G'night." Miles replied.

The next time Miles opened his eyes some kind of lame infomercial was on TV. He quickly switched it off and looked at the clock. "Fuck, only 1:27." He groaned rolling over on his side. He looked over to see Waylon tossing around in his bed. A sheen of sweat covered his face and he began to mumble in his sleep. Concerned, Miles got up and sat down on the edge of Waylon's bed. "Pssst. Hey... Bud you okay?" He asked in a whisper. No reply.

Frank was closing in. Buzz saw in hand. It was coming closer and closer to Waylon's throat and the variants strength was too overpowering. Little by little the blade began to tear into his flesh and soon his screams had stopped no longer able to make a sound. His vocal cords had been sliced through as well as his juglar. Death enveloped him as his blood sprayed all over the room. The cannibal now had a fresh meal to eat.

"WAYLON!! WAKE THE FUCK UP!!" Miles yelled. Waylon was not dead. He heard a familiar voice somewhere in the distance calling out to him. "I SAID WAKE UP!!" Miles again shouted, this time shaking Waylon roughly. He awoke screaming and sobbing loudly. "Hey!! Hey! Waylon snap out of it!! You're okay. I've got you." Miles said as he embraced Waylon. He reached underneath the man's shirt and rubbed small circles into his back. "Take deep breaths okay. It was just a dream." "Just a dream." He repeated.