Vacation from He**

Death Trap

"Where have you been? We should have been on the road an hour ago." Korn threw a packed duffel bag at Knock as he stepped through the front door.

The impact forced Knock a step back. "Don't blame me that they were busy. We're lucky to get a car at all. If you're so annoyed you should have gone yourself." Knock set his phone and car keys on the kitchen counter, tossing the duffle bag on top.

"You would have preferred to be the one to pack?"

Knock cringed. "Not in this lifetime. Why do you think I volunteered to get the car?"

"All right smart ass let's get going. We have a long way to go. Grab your bag."

"That one isn't mine?"

Korn grabbed the duffle bag off the counter. The keys slid out and hit the floor with a solid thump. He heard Knock's shuffling behind him as he grabbed his own bag and the keys from the floor.

As he stood waiting for the elevator, an icy chill passed over his body. From head to toe he broke out in goosebumps. He took a step backward, dropping his bag to the ground.

"Now who's holding us up. Come on, the elevator is here." Knock scooped up the bag at his feet, grabbed Korn by the arm and dragged him into the elevator. The cold chill evaporated with Knock's warm touch.

"What in the hell is this?" Korn asked as he walked around their two door rental car. He could see it had been blue at one time based on the small patches of color under the layer of rust and dents.

"It's our rental."

"This piece of shit is our rental? What rental place did you go to get this monstrosity. A junk yard?"

"It was all they had left."

"Then you should have left it."

"How would we get to the beach?"

"Walking?"

"Just get in. It's not that bad. I drove it here, didn't I?"

"And the fact you are still alive amazes me."

"Would you get in already?"

Korn held up the two duffle bags he had taken from Knock in the elevator. "Where do you suggest I put these? On the hood?"

"The backseat?"

"You mean the backseat that doesn't exist." Knock bent down to look through the clouded windows. It was obvious there were seats once. But only big enough for a small child. Now empty space remained.

"Fine, put them in the trunk."

"Are you sure the metal will hold and they won't fall out?"

Knock moved to the back and put the key in the lock. "Nothing will fall out." The metal screamed as Knock lifted the trunk lid. "Shut up."

"I don't have to say anything. The car speaks all on its own. And it's saying put me out of my misery." Korn tossed the bags in the trunk, half waiting for them to fall through.

"See it's fine. Now get in the car."

"Your definition of fine is very different from mine."

Knock rolled his eyes as he slid into the driver's seat. Korn reached for the door handle. The same cold chill from earlier swept over his body. He froze in place, his hand shaking. The weak blast of a horn ripped him from his trance.

"What the fuck are you doing? Get in. We're late."

"Who's fault is that?" The dire premonition faded as quick as it came. "And what the hell is that smell? Did something die in here?"