Chapter 235

The snow kept falling outside, thick flakes coating the windshield before the wipers swept them away. Eugene's head is still processing the shit show they'd left behind. Those screams in the forest? That's some next level shit he hasn't encountered for a long time.

They'd reminded him of those B-grade horror flicks he used to watch as a kid, all dramatic and over-the-top, except these had been real. Whatever had made those sounds wasn't human, and he had enough sense to keep his distance. Some mysteries were better left unsolved, especially when they howled like that in the dead of night.

The dashboard clock was broken—had been for a while—but his internal clock told him they'd been on the road for hours. Maybe five. Maybe ten. Time had become a blur of white roads and dark thoughts.