"Y'all okay?"

Just when you thought all hope was lost -- a Sheriffs car! Thank god! Your friend's goddamn tincan had stopped in the middle of the road somewhere in Narnia. As if that's not bad enough, Texas' heat was in its full glory. Your friend had already bet with you that the hood could easily cook an egg. Funny, but not far off.

The owner of the car was busy checking under the hood of the car for the sixth time, his buddy took a chance finding phone service nearby and you sat with a girl in the shade. Her whines escalated the situation, people were already at each others throats.

The Sheriff seemed kind of odd. His car wasn't in the best shape and you could see a few things off about his uniform, but you blamed it on the scorching heat getting to everybody. "Just you four?" He walked to his car's trunk.

"Yes, Sir." You stood up, head woozy from stepping into the sun as you hurried over to the man, standing next to him. "Would you give us a ride to the next town? We just gotta get that car towed, find a place to sleep.." Getting a glance under the cliché-looking hat, you saw eerily dark eyes. His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, staring back at you before suddenly smiling as if attempting to hide any oddities, flashing yellowed teeth.

In a lazy movement, his hat was dumped on your head, briefly covering your eyes. "Don't get a heatstroke, Sunshine." Grabbing your arm, you were thrown into the back of the cop car. Your friends were irritated and confused, immediately raising voices. You tried the door, but it's locked. After the trunk opened, a cocking broke through the protests.

Screams. Bang. Silence.

The driver door opened. Through the grid that prevented you from accessing the front, you could see him drop himself into the seat, followed by the gun and Sheriffs hat that carelessly fell on the passenger seat. The engine growled. Music played in the background, mixed with slight static that increased and decreased as he played around with the radio.