silence
the screen fades in and a line stretches from small town, louisiana to new orleans, a map superimposed beneath it
a car, driving
a road with a vanishing point
a low hum
Where can you run?
the hum gets louder
the map again, clearer, zoomed in over louisiana with an crossed out circle over the small town
lines come from the circle, extending from it, lengthening the way shadows do except they move like something else much more frightening that can grip and pull and drag
the auditory noise is distracting now, nearly screeching
the shadows spread outward and we follow their path, zooming out on the map
until we can see the lines reach alabama
Is anywhere safe?
When has running ever helped?
music now, overlapping, distorted, forwards and backwards, a chorus of popular music all saying to run
tim and jay outside of a motel, running from alex
tim stands defiant by his car as jay turns away to his own
tim and jay by the rest stop, speaking about how tired they are of driving
they're driving back to the college town, miles and miles to go
jay and tim in the car, again and again always going somewhere but getting nowhere
jay driving to see alex
tim driving to alex's school
the noise is a scream now, high-pitched and angry, blowing out the speakers
a car, turning off the highway to downtown new orleans
zoom in
tim's car
the backs of tim and allie's heads are visible
Nothing changes.
You can't outrun it.
the operator stands tall, looming
You can't outrun death.
it tilts its head
it reaches for jay
static
YOU ARE READING
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