Crash

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At sunset on the third day the only ones who haven't met at the base are Simon and Lewis. They drive down a long one way road, tall trees either side and red sky above. Lewis drives and Simon sits shotgun, looking concerned for his friend. Lewis yawns yet again, and Simon asks,

"Are you sure we don't need to stop and rest?" Lewis forces the yawn back down and replies,

"Yes I'm sure, besides we need to keep moving and it's not like you can take the wheel."

"Just cause Ridge said 'don't stop driving' doesn't mean we can't rest! Look at you, you're exhausted!"

"Just, just," Lewis says, struggling to find words. "Just tell me how far away we are." He asks. Simon sighs and checks the map.

"A little under an hour." He says. Lewis rubs his face with one hand and says,

"One hour, I can do one hour." Simon looks at the road and back at his map.

"Take a left up there, Lewis." He directs. Lewis nods, yawns again, and asks.

"Hey, would you get the thermos out of the back?" Simon turns around and searches through the trash in their back seat for the thermos and Lewis struggles to stay awake, nearly dozing off once or twice. As they start turning at the intersection, Simon is about to unbuckle his seatbelt when he sees bright lights coming from their left.

"Lewis! Look o-" He shouts, but before he can continue his sentence, a large black pickup truck slams into their car, buckling metal and shattering glass. Their car skids and spins uncontrollably while Lewis battles with the steering wheel, until the car hits a tree, knocking them both unconscious. When Simon wakes up, he finds himself in the footwell of his seat, covered in broken glass. As his vision adjusts he sees out of what remains of the window that the sky is dark and the sun has disappeared. When the ringing in his ears stops he can hear Lewis being beaten by at least two people. Probably demons he thinks. He fumbles to open the glove box above his head and when he does he removes the mic to their radio, hoping that any of their friends would be able to get to them in time.

"H-hello? It's... it's Simon," He stuttered, whispering as loudly as he dared. "Our car's been wrecked, we're in the forest and we're being attacked by demons. We're not too far off from the base, we're at the coordinates 46.6-122.4, please get out here quickly." The door next to him is ripped open and a dark skinned and black eyed woman drags him out by the collar. Although he struggles, he takes a look around once out of the car. Several other demons stand around the wreckage, including a short man with a moustache and a dark haired teenager. The one who seems to be in charge would best be described as a soccer mom, and she holds Lewis's collar with one fist and batters his face with the other. Lewis is sitting on his knees, with barely enough energy to stay upright, the left side of his face is covered in blood and his left shoulder has broken glass sticking out of it. The soccer mom sees Simon and the demon holding him, smiles, and throws Lewis onto the ground. The demon holding Simon drops him next to Lewis, and the soccer mom says,

"Simon Lane, lovely of you to join us." In a cheery voice. Lewis coughs out a,

"Hey, Simon."

"Hey, mate." Simon responds.

"Yes, now that we're all caught up, would either of you mind telling us where your little friends are holed up?" The demon asks.

"Go to hell." Lewis coughs. The demon turns her attention to the one who found Simon.

"Did you find anything besides this little bastard?" She asks. The other shakes her head and says,

"Except this." She holds up the shattered shell of Lewis's phone, destroyed in the crash. The soccer mom looks at Lewis.

"Well, I guess I'll have to be a little more persuasive." She delivers two kicks to his ribcage, knocking him onto his back. "Where. Are. They." She demands. Lewis spits out blood and responds,

"Sorry, lady," Lewis says sarcastically. "Can't remember off the top of my head." She chuckles and asks,

"Oh, you think you're funny, do you?" She places her foot on his glass ridden shoulder and presses down. "This jog your memory any?" She asks. He screams, one hand on his shoulder and the other desperately trying to remove her foot. Simon tries to get up and attack the demon, but another demon places their foot on his back, pinning him to the ground. Before the interrogation can continue, they all hear engines revving in the distance, and getting closer. They turn to see a horde of cars make their way down the street towards them. A black hummer skids to a stop in front of them, a black gemballa and a harley stop at their right, a dodge and a vw bug stop at their left, and a white pickup circles around to cover the back. Sips and Sjin get out of the pickup with large water guns in hand, and spray water at the demon on top of Lewis. The water starts sizzling off her skin like steam and she screams and runs away from them. Out of the rest of the cars comes Smith, Trott, Ross, Hannah, Rythian, Ravs, Duncan, and Kim, all armed with water guns. A speaker system in the HATs hummer starts blaring an exorcism and the demons start screaming and panicking. When a demon gets too close to the perimeter of cars they get blasted with holy water and sent back into the circle. The demon on top of Simon abandons him and Simon runs over to Lewis. He sits him upright and tried to drag him away from the demons, but is unable to because of the drastic size difference, so he stands guard against the horde of demons. After the last words of the exorcism are said, the soccer mom erupts with black smoke, followed a few moments later by the rest of the crowd, and in a few moments the large cloud of smoke sinks back into the ground. All the hunters in the center rush to help Simon and Lewis.

"Oh my god, Lewis! Are you alright!" Hannah asks.

"Not as bad as it looks, I think" He says, dusting some of the glass off his arm. Smith and Ross lead him to their car Trott and Lewis get in the back with Simon in the middle, Ross in shotgun and Smith driving, everyone else goes to their respective cars, and they drive off the way they came.

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