One Night In Wisconsin - That 70's show

Heading Back Home

Much to his horror, the dead driver stunned, dead eyes were staring at him, crippling Eric's nerve. He had to get the hell out of here. The killer had obviously followed him onto the train. Ignoring his fear of heights, Eric jumped off the train, hitting his head on the gravel and watching the train fly out of his sight, heading to the mountains of Gem City. Now that he was off the death vehicle, he had to head his way home. But Gem City is 4 hours from Point Place, and that is driving, so imagine how long it would take walking. So, he started heading back.

***

He was only an hour in and he already felt like he would collapse any minute now. 

Where's Jack when you need him?

And he barely even got out of Gem City. Great, now he has 3 more towns to go. At this point he doubts that he will get back home just in time before the new year arrives. He'd need a quicker way to get back home than just walking all the way. A car would be the quickest way, but he couldn't see a car shop anywhere, and he only had about $500 on him. Maybe a cheap car? As if life had read Eric's mind, after a few more minutes of walking, Eric found a car garage shop, selling cheap cars. A cheap car would be enough to get Eric to where he needs. So he went in, and a guy named Derek, who had a black moustache similar to Burt Reynolds. He was fine with the $500 for the car, and now at least he has a car. He drove off, smiling to himself for how he dealt with this situation. Now he will make great time if he sticks to the speed, or maybe a little over. Nothing can go wrong...

or so he thought.

***

It was now 3pm, and Eric had only one town left to go through until Point Place. Everything was going pretty smoothly: no dead bodies or close encounters to death. Right now he was driving through Kent's Hills along a straight road in the forest. Of course he was following a map since he never really been out of Point Place before, and this was his first time but after a few km's of driving he really got the hang out if. He really just followed some signs an he was set. But that had to be ruined as a 4x4 truck teared down the bend. At first Eric just thought it was just a normal person going by, until he saw driver who was wearing a balaclavas mask take out a gun and start shooting at me. Luckily he missed but he still shot holes in the windscreen. As he thought that whole incident was over, Eric looked into his rearview mirror and found the Jeep heading towards him again, so Eric sped up but the car would not leave his sight, and he saw the man take his gun out again and shoot. It created gunholes in the back window. The Jeep then teared past him in the other lane and went into his. Then, the guy with the gun glared back, and started shooting at the tyres. Sure enough, the car started slowing and nearly toppled over the edge. 

"No!" Eric, frustrated, started banging his head over the steering while releasing some cuss words. He went out to see how bad the damage was, and sure enough, the wheel was blown. Who was that guy? And why did he do this? He was furious enough to go chase that guy down and kick his ass, but there's no way he'll catch him if he's in a car. It had to be someone he pissed off, but he hadn't pissed anyone this badly that they'd do this. The only thing to do now is walk home, and even lucky enough to hitchkke with a total stranger, but yet again he almost forgot what happened when he tried this. So that's why he found himself following the road alongside a lifeless forest. 

***

Out of all the places, they couldn't have installed at least a phone booth here. At least then he wouldn't be paranoid about every noise that comes out of the forest. So now he was back in square one: walking his way back home. And he was guaranteed he wasn't going to make it back by the time 1980 arrives. He was planning to surprise everyone before New Year strikes. But how do I know I'll even make it back home. That guy who was shooting at him could come back and actually hit the target (which is me) or those guys I encountered yesterday who were trying to kidnap me. What he should've done was call someone to come pick him up from the airport, and this whole thing would've never happened. 

Red was right, he was a dumbass.

Anyway his feet were starting to ache from the long walking. He was considering staying the night at a hotel, but was too deep in thought that he missed the noise of a car tearing pass the bends and eventually slowing down to Eric's spot. The window wound down, and exposed a farmer with crooked teeth smiling at him.

"Howdy boy! Need a lift?" The man said in his thick country accent. 

"No man, I'm alright," Eric dismissed. He wasn't sure if this man was so trustworthy, in fact he wasn't sure if anyone in this town was trustworthy anymore.

The man raised an eyebrow. "You sure? Where you heading?"

"Point Place," Eric gulped. That eyebrow raise was enough to intimidate him. 

"That's where I'm heading," The country man said. Eric just dropped his fear and got in. But as they were driving, Eric had his hands on the handle... just in case.