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| Two men escaping a heist via backwoods roads find that the common road sign saying KEEP OFF MEDIAN has a grisly purpose after all. |
SUBMITTED BY: DearTimSeth
SUBMITTED ON: December 8, 2008 |
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- KEEP OFF MEDIAN -
Jim and Hank had just pulled off a huge liquor store robbery. They were fleeing at high speeds down the old one-lane highway – no street lights or state troopers like on the new freeway system. There was thick forest on the roadsides, and there was also a lengthy median of trees, vines and shrubbery that divided the old highway for many miles at a time. It just so happened that Jim’s truck blew out a tire, and they skidded to a stop right beside such a median.
Jim and Hank had their handguns ready as they were assessing the fact that they had no spare tire and were basically stuck. Except for the headlights of the truck, the only light in the area was from the half-moon above. Jim laughed cynically as he pointed out the road sign just a few yards ahead of the truck. It was one of those signs that says, “ KEEP OFF MEDIAN. “ They just laughed some more. Hank then turned out the truck’s headlights because they’d only signal help if any cars or cops drove by – better to embrace the darkness and just flee on foot.
After walking a good while and constantly looking for any lights of homes, they finally saw some lights through the median. To the best they could tell, it was the lighted sign of a restaurant...yes...the ROADSIDE CAFE as they could just make out clear enough. Jim and Hank, both holding a gun and a duffle bag decided that they’d cross through the thick median and steal one of the cars that surely had to be parked over there.
Jim went first. He got about seven steps into the median before a vicious and extremely fast creature raced behind him and ripped his left calf open. The blood sprayed, Jim screamed and hit the ground moaning. Hank instantly jumped back and dropped his gun. Hank was in shock for a moment and then decided to look for his gun. He was just about to grab it with his left hand when the creature raced by and tore his fingers clean off. Hank yelped loudly and used his right hand to try and stop the immense bleeding of his mangled left hand. Jim turned to see Hank’s situation, and then, scared, Jim began crawling as fast as he could to get through the median. The creature raced across Jim’s back and opened a huge laceration. A mist of blood flew up because it happened so fast. Jim groaned but kept moving as best he could. Hank started to walk on his knees to make his way after Jim – like a kid needing help. The creature raced by again in front of Hank, and this time it tore his lower jaw away. Hank now looked like a kid who just had his candy taken, though, he was bleeding out fast, and his tongue was mangled and flopping about. Hank just as soon fell face first into the ground. Jim kept crawling as fast as he could – he was almost out of the median and into the clearing beside the other lane of the highway. The creature swiped past Jim’s foot this time, but it only tore the sole of his shoe. With that, Jim forced himself up onto his good leg and did the best form of lumbering he could before he fell to his rear on the pavement of the other lane. Jim noticed that he still had his handgun firmly gripped, so he aimed for the median waiting for anything to move. The creature raced by Hank’s body again and ripped him almost in half – blood spraying wildly again. Jim fired every shot from his gun into various parts of the median. An odd noise actually came from the median – perhaps Jim had shot and killed the creature?
Jim stumbled up to his feet and slowly turned to face the restaurant. He then saw something he wasn’t expecting. A man in a bloody apron was holding a shotgun and aiming for Jim. The man fired his shotgun several times - each shot tore Jim into pieces onto the pavement.
The man in the bloody apron wheeled over a wheel barrow just beside Jim’s remains. The man had a shovel in the wheel barrow as well, and he started using it to scoop up Jim’s pieces. The man just grunted, grinned and started singing a tune to saying, “ fresh meat, fresh meat...good to eat, good to eat. “
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Rated on: December 9, 2008 12:08am by cryptkickerNow that's good and creepy. When the sign says "Keep Off The Grass", I'm keeping off!
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