He let her in, and she dropped into the front seat as if she owned it.

“I’m Sandy”, she introduced herself in a bright voice.

“Call me Kevin”, he replied.

“Where you wanna go?”, Kevin continued.

“I’m just... walking. on the way somewhere.” Sandy replied, swallowing some of her words.

She seemed drunk and started to put her legs on the dashboard. But Kevin ignored it and thought of dropping her off soon.

Within minutes, Kevin heard a sob. It was sandy.

Her face had turned pink, and her nose tip and eyes were completely red. At first, Kevin thought that it was because of the drink. But it’s because of her tears, finding a way to burst out of her eyes.

Kevin gave the leftover tissues. The one he’d used on the trunk lady’s blood.

Then she broke - crying, screaming, swearing, all of it at once.

She started to share her love story, with all the sobbing. But Kevin was focused on his tissue supply getting emptied.

The ten-minute story reached its climax.

“He stranded me in that cornfield,” Sandy said.

“So as a joke, you word-vomited after a few vodka shots, so your boyfriend kicked you out of the car,” Kevin said calmly.

“You’re too straightforward,” Sandy told while rolling her eyes.

“People say that a lot,” Kevin replied.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Sandy asked.

“No, I’m not into relationships,” Kevin said in a frustrated voice.

“Anyway, I’m going to sleep. Wake me up when we reach the city,” Sandy told him.

“Finally...” Kevin murmured.

Sandy fell asleep so fast it seemed like it was her car and Kevin was just her personal driver.

Only a few tissues were left in the bag, and some used ones lay near the foot of her seat.

Kevin enjoyed that silence and drove on with peace of mind.

A few hours later, Sandy slowly opened her eyes.

The car was sitting in the middle of nowhere - no road, no trees except a lone one a few kilometers off.

Just dry land, a few scattered patches of grass.

She turned over to find Kevin- gone. The doors were closed.

Terrified, she started punching on the window.

Then she noticed a gun pointed at her in the side mirror.

Kevin. He held it in one hand, opened her door with the other, and told her to get out.

“Please, don’t kill me.” Sandy sobbed.

“Then who will help me?” Kevin replied.

“Listen, the main road is almost 20 km from here, and I have 15 rounds in my pistol. You can run by challenging my shooting skill.” Kevin told her.

“Or you can help me. I’ll drop you near the city.” Kevin said.

Sandy nodded and was still crying.

Kevin tucked the gun behind and opened the trunk.

Now Sandy could see her - a young lady folded like a cloth, stuffed into the cramped place.

“No... No... I can’t do anything!”, Sandy screamed.

She started to run - and froze the moment Kevin showed her the gun.

“Your job is to hold her legs, and I will take the head. We need to bury her in the dig I already made.”

She cried and nodded at the same time.

Both of them started moving that pale body out of the trunk.

Blood pooled in the trunk, which stained Sandy’s hands - she was about to faint.

Kevin snapped his fingers in front of her face, “Don’t look at her.”

They both carried the body together and threw her.

Sandy dropped to her knees beside the pit, still crying.

A gunshot tore through the air. Within seconds, the whole place went silent again.

The bullet passed through the back of Sandy’s head and out of her forehead.

Her body slowly fell into the dig on its own.

Kevin set the gun on the hood and took up the shovel to bury both bodies.

After an hour of hard work, he started the car and drove towards the dawn in the wasteland.