Black Keys

o n e; here, moosey moosey

o n e; here, moosey moosey
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Driving down the silver, dark road into the night, Erin shifted back and forth. She tried her best to keep her eyes on the road, but it was hard to do that when her eyelids were saying "Sleep, sleep. You need sleep."
So her head slowly began to drop and her brown, her caramel hair falling over her shoulders. She'd been driving for 6 hours.
Her head snapped up, and the next few moments happened in a blur.
The car took a steep turn as Erin's knee hit the steering wheel.
A blur of brown flashed across the road.
Erin tried to focus as she realized it was a huge moose with antlers as tall as her.
And then she screamed, screamed louder than she ever had before as the moose and the car collided.
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Erin wiped a tear from her face. There's no way she could have killed it. She couldn't have.
But it sure did look dead.
It's eyes were closed, and it had a huge, swollen gash in its side. It was a huge buck, lying sideways in the middle of the road.
And the car. The car.
The car was just as injured as the moose was. The license plate was bent in half, and somehow one of the moose's limbs had hit the windshield and made an awful hole. The front of the car was also scrunched, like a soda can that you crushed with your hands.
Erin was bawling uncontrollably now.
She had left her phone at her hotel on accident. Well, there's 600 dollars down the train.
(Oh and, just between you and me, reader, she forgot the price of the phone. It was actually more than 1,000 dollars. Let's just not tell her that, okay?)
She couldn't contact anyone, and her heart was pounding.
And she was scared. To be standing in the middle of the dirt road in Maine, with wildlife all around. There are bears in Maine... big black bears.
Erin pressed her forehead into her hands. It was silent out here. There was no way she was walking away from the car; when you're lost in the woods, your mind plays tricks on you.
Everything looks the same. Trees make creaking noises, and the smallest noise can trigger your instincts.
You can go crazy out here.
But then, a loud noise startled Erin out of her skin. A rumbling noise seemed to be coming from above.
Please no..
And then, with one mighty rumble and a light flash, it began to downpour. And this disgusted Erin even more, because moose blood was now trailing down the road.
So Erin got into the backseat of the Honda and laid down. You know, the part that wasn't scrunched up? She curled into a ball and tucked her feet in, sighing heavily.
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11;35 am
Erin finally got up and looked out the window. The whole road was drenched, but something was different.
She got out of the car and looked up ahead.
Erin paused.
What is happening?
The moose was gone.
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last night, 12:43 am
It quietly slipped through the trees, its long legs making no noise as it quickly moved through the whole forest. It's black fingertips stroked each tree as it stomped through beaver dams and down dirt roads.
But there was something interesting about this road. There was a silver Honda at the end.
It quickly sprinted soundlessly down the road and searched the Honda. It could barely see inside the car; it had to bend all the way down to it's toes to see into the window.
There was a brown haired girl sleeping in the backseat. It quietly made a mental note that there was a human lurking in the woods.
Then, as it started to leave, it saw the moose in front of the car. It was one of the biggest ones he'd seen, and it was already dead. Easier prey.
It picked up the carcass and once again, began running down the road. Its ears rang and fanned out, figuring out the approximate location of the car.