Something filthy about Mr.Haynes

Whiff of freedom

Chad's POV

I stop the truck at the roadside. It's been few hours I am running on fumes and white smoke from under the hood isn't actually something to be happy about.

However, i'm not going to pretend that I know shit about the engine or whatever and surely as hell I won't pretend to be a McGyver type o guy to fix everything with a pin and a duct tape, but... I think my biggest advantage is that I know way too many methods to count how to kill someone with my bare hands. That does a trick, right?

Anyway, If it wasn't my insane hunger, I would come up with a witty remark right now, but that's not the case.

Squinting my tired orbs, I check the truck's panel. The tank is half full, temperature is normal, but the yellow oil button is now burning bright like a damn Orleans sign board.

"Well you caught me off guard, I can't believe!"-i hiss eventually and slap the steering wheel once again. "You, peace of old crap!"

The most stupid thing is that the next gas station or some available car service shithole is 80 miles south, according to the sign I saw minutes ago.

There's a little bit road left to the Little Shore and i'm hoping to find something to eat.

I turn down the engine and recline back. More annoying sounds pops up from under the hood and I finally realise- I don't have a vehicle any longer. This one is gone now completely and as for gone, I mean, it's dead. Basta.

I breathe in deeply in order to concentrate and clear up my mind. Another morning is about to start, for the first sun rays peeks from behind the horizon of the woods, making me more than slightly annoyed.

I hate mornings.

I'm hungry. I'm nervous and tired as fuck. I'm not denying the fact that I wanna go home already, crawl up into my dark dungeon and cuddle myself in bed. If only I could make myself sprint towards the rusty roof of the warehouse, I would be there in few minutes, probably.

But i'm too tired.

I am hungry and I can barely stay focused.

"Looks like another night is wasted, isn't that right, brother?"-i turn to the passenger's seat with a small exhausted smile plastered on my face. But Harrod isn't there, except for his cheap vine bottle that keep rolling back and forth on the dusty mat. "Luckily!"-i sigh and open the door. I squeeze the wind shield as a creek follows and I jump down onto the gravel.

I look around. It seems there are few hundreds of miles left to do, so that mean one thing only- I have to walk from now on.

And without waiting any longer, I head towards the horizon of old trees, further the road, grabbing dirty jacket from the cabin. It is covered with mud, because of the rain the other night and I hear the slumping sounds whenever my leather shoes step onto the gravel.

I walk slowly. My head is buzzing with slight exhaustion and my mind is empty this time. No thoughts of Serene, neither plans on taking the kingdom down. It's just empty.

"Where are you, Cecil?"-i moan watching at the stormy shore of little spring to my right. I miss that evil soul, I swear!

But he's not answering. I know this all is different now. Cecil promised me his loyalty, but this is hard now for him to crawl up to the surface. And according to my recent mind journey, things are about to get even worse. What can I say? The deal is obvious. I need to get my girl back. "Damn, is this so hard to understand?"

I keep walking. Crazy and both numb pain that starts spreading at the back of my head makes my heart beat eradicate rhythms. I thought it was gone now, but looks like I was wrong again.