Dusting the Dew

My eyes popped open as I sat up, rubbing my chilled body up and down with my hand to get the warmth going. I hated when I woke up like that but only because I never really remembered blacking out. The truck's windows and windshield were covered thickly with fog as the night had been long and cold. I slowly tried to sit up but I noticed a dead weight against my chest and I groaned, shoving him up off me in the cramped cab space.

It was just like another one of those moment where everything was going great till the music faded somewhere in the distant background. I hated myself for not realizing when it all finally stopped. I hated it because I knew this usually meant I passed out after the hunger was sated.

"I must have fallen asleep." I grumbled, shoving my palm into my eye as I yawned and reached out. Edwin's head was nestled in my lap and he was face down, naked, but his skin looked blue. I tried to shove his arm back but it was a little too rigid to move. "It's really a shame," I squeezed myself out from under him slowly, grabbing the door for leverage as I pulled my legs out from under him. Right as my last leg was freed, he started to shift and then he smacked the seat with his now cooling body on the seat under me.

I managed to crawl over him before shoving him to the passenger side and fishing through our clothes on the floor to find his legs before I sat up and turned to brush my forearm against the window so I could see outside. My other hand ran up over my shoulder and back, looking for the strap and I pulled my bra around to re-clasp it.

"Well, I hope you got some of what you wanted," I told him, looking down over to blink at him a few times before I looked out into the field again, feeling my hackles rise. "No hard feelings but... I can't take you with me."

I could hear a faint scoff in the back of my mind, thinking, somewhat joking to myself. 'Typical men, always dying before they get to the good part.' I adjusted my clothes as I pulled the door open to hop out. Out of habit, I licked my fingers and ran them over the smeared blood on the top of my white puffy blouse, turning around to face the cab again as I paused momentarily to adjust myself. I was trying to rub out the stain but ended up making it worse.

I winced as it smeared. "Shit!" I cursed, "Ugh! I also don't have much time for formalities..." I grunted, dragging his stiff corpse to the edge of the seat.

The most aggravating part of it all wasn't dragging him out but more that I think this was when I noted to myself to stop wearing white on these nights out. Blood just... never seemed to wash out, ever.

I was pretty quick afterwards as I grabbed both of his legs as I drug his corpse from the truck out of the cab and across the ground. It took a minute because his rigid body was stiff and resistant to the cab and shuffling him out had been more of a hassle than I expected.

Finally I managed to drag him out into the center of the field, dropping him in a tall patch of wheat before trampling through the field back to the soft soil we had kicked up while driving in. My hand reached for the seat as I pulled myself in, climbing back in Edwin's truck. "No hard feeling, Edwin!" I called, rolling down the window as I watched the early morning star start to catch the edge of the field. I attempted to turn the car on, turning the key over a few times in the ignition to get the truck to start.

The truck seemed to only cough and sputter, as a carborated truck like this would. "Come on-! Ugh, cold blooded ass-!" The truck started up with a stutter before I grabbed the shift knob. My foot worked the peddle as I wrenched the clutch into gear before I kicked it back hard, in reverse.

The wheels caught in the dirt and spun, kicking up rocks, dirt and debri so I slammed the gas, forgetting I was in reverse as I worked the clutch back and forth from first to second, feeling anxiety rush in. When it finally unhitched from the hole I dug us into, I felt it roll over something after flying back several more feet. I slowly rolled forward again in neutral, back over it as I yanked the clutch into second and peeled out over it, thumping the back passenger tire over the ground before the truck jerked left.

I remember it yanked the opposite direction as I swerved in attempt to gain control of my traction and my head hit the window. It felt pretty jarring but I guess after the last near death car accident I nearly killed myself.

I hit a rock pretty hard before launching the truck up over a hard curve and back onto the dirt road. It smacked the ass end of the truck down after the front end scrambled forward, the wheels squealing as I smelled something burning up beneath the clutch and waft into the cab.

It smelled awful and I heard something click and scream, running together before I yanked it into first then second abruptly again. I hated these things. I barely understood them but they were quick and effeceint from getting from one location to the next.