He had been talking for hours. HOURS.
She had been going crazy for hours. HOURS.
As Alaska and Yukon winded down the dirt road, the former contemplated stopping the car and yelling at Yukon. She resisted, knowing that he would pout the rest of the way, making him even more unbearable.
She tried to block Yukon out as he droned on and on about his various adventures and accidents, close calls and great meals. To him, this was amazing - he was catching up with a close friend he hadn't see in YEARS. To her, this was a form of torture.
Alaska didn't even act like she was listening. However, this was lost on Yukon, who now recounted his misadventures at the Fashion Show in the Clothes Shop.
Alaska tried to zone him out and think about what that mist could be. She tried to map out what she would do in certain scenarios. But, it didn't work; memories of days gone by kept popping into her head. Including the one that had made her lock Yukon out of her mind. The one that had changed her. The one that she would never forgive him for.
But, she couldn't let her mind go there....to all that pain....all that....
No, she couldn't think about it. She had to focus on the GPS, which now told her to turn right.
The blistering heat turned to a brutal cold. Still, they continued to drive in their jeep towards their destination, with the weather, whatever it felt like at any given point, beating into them through the open windows.
Soon, it was pitch black. They were just a few miles from where they would stop. Where Yukon might finally stop talking. Bliss.
Then, the jeep started puffing, slowly bringing them to a halt. Alaska looked at the gas gauge. It was still very full. Why would the jeep not go?
She turned the key again and again. She hit some buttons. Nothing. The jeep was dead.
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Alaska yelled loudly. She got out of the car, slamming the door. She opened the hood, looking for a problem. There was nothing wrong that she could see, and she was incredibly versed in cars. She yelled again and got back into the vehicle.
Alaska continued to hit some buttons. Nothing was working.
Yukon, who had just finished up a story when the car had begun to stop, stared at Alaska as she continued to curse.
"Alaska," he said gently, "there's something different about you. What changed?"
Alaska stopped for a moment and looked at him. She was exasperated.
She never had the chance to answer, if she even would've.
Suddenly, the radio began to malfunction. "TttttTTttttTTTttturrrr-turrrrrrrrrrrr-tu-T-Tuuurnnn RRrRighhhhtttttt nnnowwwwwwww," a feminine voice said. The screen flickered as well.
As soon as that stopped, the radio, which according to the supplies coordinator at the University, didn't work, suddenly burst to life. Unlike the GPS voice, it was crystal clear and loud.
"I'm coooming to get yoouuuuuu....I'm commming to get yooouuuu-ooooo..." sang a country artist. The dials began to flip. The channel number began to change rapidly.
"Set fire to..." started a female pop singer, until she was interrupted by another female artist singing "you're gonnaaaa....stayyyy...right hereeee...."
The car began to beep as one does when someone tries breaking into it. The airbags suddenly went off. The air conditioning and heat began blasting at them, one switching with the other every few seconds.
That's when it hit them. Quite literally.
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The mist that had attacked the cameraman hit the car, flipping it over. The car began to roll into a ditch that had been right next to the road for several miles.
Glass shattered. The frame of the top of the car began being crushed inward as the car flipped again and again. The compartment on the passenger side had opened at the force, meaning paper, books, and other materials flew through the air.
"This is how it will end," thought Alaska.
(She didn't know this was a series.)
To Be Continued
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