The Feet of God

92 – SPREAD’N THE CRAZEE

After Roger ventilated Able’s cranium, me and Charlie didn’t linger to watch the body drop, or figure out what was happenin’.  We just ran straight back to the van like our lives depended on it.

Dunno what happened to Baker in the sudden eruption of chaos and violence.  Maybe he made it back to the semi?  Who cares?

I yelled over to Charlie, “I knew there was something weird about that guy.”

Charlie didn’t reply as we both jumped in the van.  He fumbled furiously in his pocket for keys, then managed to start the engine.

“Fuckin’ meth heads.”

The words hadn’t gotten past Charlie’s lips when there was a loud thump against the windshield.  A streakin’ speed freak jumped his naked body onto the front of the van and began to howl like some demon-possessed animal.  He spread himself across the glass hanging onto…I’m not sure what.  His face was covered in sores and scabs.  His open mouth exposed rotted teeth, what was left of ‘em, and his wild eyes was bloodshot and just plain crazy.

“Get him off!” Charlie screamed.  “Get him off!”

I wasn’t sure what to do.  “You got a gun?”

“There’s a baseball bat under the seat.  Hit him a couple’a times.”

That’s when the windshield cracked and partly shattered.  The freak had an amazed and confused look on his face as he fell away.  Another bullet whizzed by, followed by several more.  Then I noticed, the yellow Jeep was after us.

Charlie floored it.  And we tore out the entrance of the Corpus Christi Nature Preserve.

More bullets ripped through the window and penetrated into the seat next to where I was sitting, but then, like a miracle, the yellow Jeep driven by an insane man named Roger stopped in its tracks.

As I sat next to my erstwhile captor, knowin’ we was free, I asked, “What the fuck was that all about?”

“How the fuck would I know?”  Charlie looked and sounded a lot younger than his years.

The windshield had several holes shot through it, spidery cracks all around, wind whistle’n through the shattered parts, but nothing Charlie couldn’t handle as we speeded down the road like crazy.

I noticed the naked meth head’s blood was smeared across the glass on the driver’s side, and there was something else, something caught flapping under the windshield wiper.

“What the hell is that?” I pointed.

Charlie didn’t answer as he turned on the wipers and the little thing dropped off.

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