Her Own Hell

through the quiet of m

God. You have

hin, full of st

' s wrong? Wh

he Mojave. My car broke down, and these guys... th

e wrench I was holding, the clan

. What do t

said they need a mechanic. They said if I get you here

oked with sobs. I didn' t hesitate. Wendy was my o

y way. Just

the Nevada desert was a blur of asphalt and fear. Three hours later, the GPS led me

ing sun. She looked unharmed. Relief washed over me, so po

Are you

mmed into the back of my head. The world ex

of oil, dust, and stale beer. A few feet away, Wendy was talking to a t

thing. Now let me go.

led Ryan, laughed. It

eal cha

ve got a party now. Two for the price of one. She' s

rumpled. "No!

of them, started moving towards us, their boots scrapin

hen I saw

a perfect, menacing line.

p crimson bleeding into black. The hand-too

throat. I knew these

sing