Walmart Security's Journal: Episode 11.3: Adversary

To be honest, I had expected a storybook ending. In the end, I hoped desperately for one. I hadn't yet accepted that the man was dead. Perhaps I would never accept that his crimson blood stained the very ground that I stood upon. Yet I couldn't seem to resist embracing the truth. The truth satisfied me.

The car stood waiting in the darkness, light blue head beams reflecting the silver mist. As I walked slowly toward it, the star seemed to emit a soft glow. To be truthful, I do not quite recall what happened next. I do remember stepping inside and closing the door. Perhaps I had abandoned him. I had certainly abandoned the girl.

The truth had become clear to me. I shifted into drive and sped away, revved engine growling harshly. One hand clutched the loaded sawed-off shotgun, my grip tightening as I drove the SUV into the darkness that lay before me. I remembered his pathetic attempt to escape. And I laughed.

I settled into the leather seat and glanced skyward, admiring the vivid stars and perhaps my own arrogant insanity. Behind me there lay an orange inferno, the man, and the girl, and I had no inclination of what lay ahead. But I couldn't have ever anticipated what would happen next.