Night was falling quickly now. There was a blood red swell on the horizon and a cold drizzle in the air..
‘Think I’ll take my distance. Not sure I can watch this one.’
‘Don’t you care?’ pleaded Lerrom, ‘Can‘t you help me?’
Now there was desperation in his voice. He was sobbing as he spoke.
‘Truth?’ said the man. Lerrom looked back through begging, tear-filled eyes.
‘Yeah. That’s why I’ve got to get away. I’ll say one thing though. If you get a chance to be really sorry…‘cause sometimes us half-deads do…then think on it.’
He climbed over the central reservation onto the opposite motorway and ambled off into the distance moving quickly despite his slow pace. Eventually his body became a silhouette that shimmered briefly and then disappeared completely.
For a while Anthony just sat on the tarmac and sobbed with his head bowed into his hands. He couldn’t run or hide. All he could do was wait. Wait for whatever Shadrac had warned him of. But he felt so alone...and so utterly terrified.
The resonant drone of impending doom was growing louder in his ears. He looked up but all he could see was a darkened battleground of wrecked vehicles.
Then he saw the eyes...