He looked to his right and made eye contact with the hooded driver in the other car. He turned back to face the road as the smell of burning flesh infiltrated his nasal passages, choking him. He clenched his fingers tightly around the steering wheel. This wasn’t just any road. As the smoke cleared, he could see a long dirt road with pitfalls on each side and blazing fire rising from them. This was the Highway to Hell, and if he could beat the Reaper down this narrow road, he might just have a chance.
Grim Course by Brittany PomalesPosted: December 12, 2015 by Shade's Progress in Brittany Pomales, Death Race
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