helpimlostinthestars:
Eve drove along the coast in her Covair convertible, the sea breeze combing through her hair as The Lovin’ Spoonful’s Summer In The City blasted on the radio. Her fingers drummed the steering wheel to the rhythm, as she sped down the empty backroad, soaking up the feeling of freedom and sunlight.
That was until Eve saw the enormous flames of a car wreckage about 200 yards ahead of her. Slowing her speed, she bit her lip anxiously as she drove closer to the scene, all the while preparing to turn around and find a gas station to phone the emergency services. However, just before she could drive any further, Eve spotted a man sitting by the side of the road, holding a dirty rag to his face.
Archer was pretty sure he was hallucinating now as he saw the Covair driving towards him, there was no way that car would just be.. Nope.. it was real. “Huh.. Nice.” He mumbled as he began to limp towards the road a little more.
“Please stop.” He grumbled as he waved his free hand trying to get her to stop and help him.
Oh god he’s coming towards me, Eve thought, watching as the man stumbled closer to the car. Taking in his disheveled appearance, she noticed he was bleeding from his head, a pretty bad wound from what she could tell. Eve stopped the car and pushed her sunglasses atop her head, glancing toward the burning wreckage of a Jeep and wondering if there could possibly be any survivors. Probably not.
“Hey! What the hell happened here? Are you alright?” Stupid question.
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