VamZombie WereWitch Girl and Demon Boy ✓

18 - Pure

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-December 21 Alcan Border, AK-

The sun has come and gone.  So has Whitehorse.  I stopped in the city to get the window repaired and get some rest.  I arrived in at 11am, with the sun barely cresting the horizon creating an orange glow. Twelve hours later I’m on the road again with a new driver side window, I’m actually surprised such a small town even had the right size window for an aged truck. 

The snow for the most part is gone and most of the highway has been plowed and salted, making for easy driving.  There’s a slight flurry now and then, but nothing as windy and volatile as last night.  Compared to driving yesterday today is a bright summer day.  Some of the locals in Whitehorse said that that storm was one of the worst early-season storms they’ve had in years.  Something like two or three feet fell overnight and it was so damn windy most plowers simply stayed off the road for the night and warned drivers to not test fate on the road. 

Everything is so peaceful tonight.  Sure it’s dark, but following the yellow markers on the road is soothing and calming.  A few cars pass on the other side.  It’s nice to see life on the road; even being alone in the dark the fact that there are signs of other people is relieving.  Last night with Clarine was like horror story on the road; I don’t think we passed a single car for close to thirty hours during the storm.  Anyone sane avoided the road entirely.  We should have too.  None of this would have happened if we simply waited out the storm. 

There is a black ring on the dash, the orb lasted about four hours until the brain burned out, there’s literally nothing left except the ring, and that looks just like soot, I could probably wipe it off with a wet rag.  The feeling I got last night from connecting with Aleniese still plays over and over in my mind.  I want it again, I want it bad.  I keep trying to call Aleniese but he’s yet to respond, hell he hasn’t even showed up to lecture me off it or smash my car… again.  Something is wrong. 

Alone.  My leg hurts now and that scrape across my face has swollen up a bit.  I tried not to be too self-conscious of it while I was in Whitehorse for the repairs and am glad no one asked about the scratch or limp, even if everything looked very fresh.  I am also glad no one checked the truck; it would have been quite awkward to try and explain why I have jars of random body parts in my truck bed. 

I miss her already.  I wish Clarine is here to keep me company.  I wanted to wait for her to come back to me but knew with the hoard chasing her there would be no way.  I hope she’s okay.  That was a small army against a single person.  Really, how well could she fare?  Aleniese better have helped her, if she dies it’s on him.  I’ll never forgive him and I’ll make him suffer being connected to me for the rest of my damn life.

There it is again.  In front of me.  I have the feeling those bastards are still following me.  I keep seeing glints speed in front of my car.  I’m not alone, I’m never alone.  Why the hell did this have to happen to me?  I had a perfect life back at home.  Okay well, not perfect, but damn good enough.  What chain of events led a perfectly normal guy from grinding days of working at a restaurant to driving to Alaska being stalked by an army of inhuman monsters that want nothing more than to kill him?

Out in front, a sign.  ‘Welcome to America’ I roll by it and almost as if night and day I hit snow-crushed roads, causing me to slow considerably.  Great unplowed, well clean roads were nice while it lasted.  There are several buildings up ahead with bright lights shining down onto the road.  There is one truck in front of me which passes through slowly.  I come up and roll down my window.  There’s a booth and inside is a man with a brown uniform. 

“How are you today Sir?” the man asks.

“I’m doing great, meeting a friend up in Fairbanks, how’s the road look?”