Darkness had descended like a smothering black mist. There was a blood red swell on the horizon and a cold drizzle in the air..
‘Think I’ll take my distance. Not sure I can watch this one.’
‘Don’t you care?’ pleaded Lerrom, ‘Can‘t you help me?’
Now there was desperation in his voice. He was sobbing as he spoke.
‘Truth?’ said the man. Lerrom looked back through begging, tear-filled eyes.
‘Yeah. That’s why I’ve got to get away. I’ll say one thing though. If you get a chance to be really sorry…‘cause sometimes us half-deads do…then think on it.’
He climbed over the central reservation onto the opposite motorway and ambled off into the distance moving quickly despite his slow pace. Eventually his body became a silhouette that shimmered briefly and then disappeared completely.
For a while Anthony just sat on the tarmac and whimpered with his head bowed into his hands. He couldn’t run or hide. All he could do was wait for whatever Shadrac had warned him of. He felt so alone...and so utterly terrified.
The resonant drone of impending doom grew louder in his ears. He looked up but all he could see was a darkened battleground of wrecked vehicles.
Then he saw their eyes...