December 16th, 2014, Tthe dawn of modernity was just beginning to arrive via the sunlight cracking the sky across the horizons. The wheels of an orange 1979 International Harvester Scout II freeze mid-spin, producing a loud screech with deep black tire markings engraving themselves into the road in its wake and collides into the rear of a deep blue Ford Thunderbird with a loud crunch of the aluminum being split open along with the trunk from the heavy SUV vehicle colliding into the tiny vehicle, startling a femiine orange haired boy out of his slumber. "Yo...?" The auburn haired boy pokes his head up from the passenger seat, wiping his left eye with a soft, slurred mumble. "What's going on, Zack? Did we hit a moose?"
Many years later.
A sickening squelch of brain matters being impaled by a crossbow bolt occurrs in the air under Jeff's dexterious grip, the fiery haired boy grips a thin recently turned man whose brain got speared by the collarbone and shoved the corpse out, hopping into the Suzuki Samurai. "Hey Zack! This car is good! And l-" Jeff's head dips into a nod at the billboard reading:
Zack's gaze follows his twin's gaze and nods in agreement. "Yeah, let's get going." With that said, he slides into the passenger seat of the Suzuki Samurai, slamming the door shut with Jeff busily hotwiring the car until a spark occurs, indicating that it's ready, and Jeff leans back into his seat, slamming into the pedal with a sharp roar of the engine revving to life.
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