Road Trip from Hell

Not to Hell, from Hell, as in, escaping in a little red car, but not my little red car. I was driving, bumping along over broken up roads and through the high grass stalks trying to lay claim to the path. Suddenly, large metal objects barely spotted in time to avoid them, my evasive maneuver caused us to bounce completely off the road and we ended up straddling a ditch. I managed to slow us down to a stop with the vehicle still drivable.

We'd seen no signs of pursuit, but I knew there were plenty of dangers lurking in the harmless looking woods nearby. We needed to find a way to get the car back on the roadway. The ditch ran alongside the road a good number of yards, and there it went into a culvert under a crossroad. We debated between going into the woods for lumber to try to make a bridge, or driving oh so carefully, to the crossroads in hopes that we could just drive up onto the roadway from there.

We decided to head to the crossroads with a couple people sitting on top of the car to let me know when to stop so they could move stones, or build up dirt to get over them.

It took far less time than I thought it would, and there were still no signs of pursuit. The ditch widened as we approached the culvert, and the flows had undercut the roadway a little bit. There were more discussions and while the team was up on the road above the culvert, I saw something moving in the culvert, blocking the entire thing, almost. I slammed the door and steered the car down into the ditch, then built up enough speed to turn it up the bank at the last second. I thumped up onto the roadway with some sort of half scorpion, half snake looking thing hot on my tail. I accelerated down the dirt road, slamming on the brakes and spinning around. I stomped on the accelerator back towards the creature, and then stomped the brakes and slammed into it (using the passenger side rear fender.)

With a sick sounding thunk I bounced up and over it, then raced back to the panic-stricken group. I unlocked all the doors and shouted for them to get in. This works way better in the movies than it does in my dreams. I saw the creature pulling itself back up onto the roadway, "get back!" I stopped short of the group and shifted into reverse, thankful that this little dirt road was both straight, and debris free.

I hit the thing full force and it shattered, smashing in the trunk and shattering the back window. I raced back to the group, who'd managed to arm themselves with sticks and rocks. They pulled the doors open and started shouting at me to get out. I looked in the back seat, and the top half of the creature was chewing its way through the back seat.

After we managed the kill the thing, no one wanted to get back in the car, so we packed out as much stuff as was still untainted by it's highly corrosive blood and started back down the road on foot.

It was then that I noticed that I was the tallest one of the group, and the oldest, and the fattest. There was a twenty something couple, both very clingy on one another and dressed similarly, like a fast food place uniform, and a younger person who I'm not certain was a boy, or a girl disguised as a boy. There was a middle aged man and woman, not really a couple, and of indeterminate relationship to the child, sometimes one or the other was sort of parental, and other times they ignored the kid. I had found the three of them together, so in my head I thought of them as a family, though they really didn't show any sign of that.

As we picked our way carefully along the roadway, I wondered what sort of world produced automobiles, but not firearms. The makeshift spear had me all sorts of worried about our odds of getting safely away from this place and back to some sort of civilization. I think I understood why there was no pursuit.