David Wisehart - Blood Alley

Hunt stood with O’Brien and Massey at the edge of a newly formed break in the road, where the asphalt had cracked open to reveal an undocumented burial site.

Inside the cracked earth lay a human skeleton.

Poor bastard.

The skeleton had been buried with a dark slouch hat and a black canvas duster. His skull looked up at them. A morbid grin flashed one gold tooth.

“I’ll take him down to the lab,” Hunt said. “Try to get an I.D.”

O’Brien surveyed the rubble and carnage. “Bad night.”

Hunt concurred. “The red crescent moon. The devil wind. The road is thirsty.”

O’Brien shot him a skeptical glance. “You don’t believe that, you do?”

“What?”

“About the Highwayman. Ghost cars. Blood Alley.”

Hunt laughed. “Nah.”

He looked back to check on the girl, Claire. He didn’t see her. She wasn’t standing where she was supposed to.

I told that girl to stay put.

He stepped out of the tunnel and looked around.

The girl was gone.

And so was the Hummer.

Claire drove east, into the sunrise.

The road was smooth, the car responsive. The Hummer was smashed and burnt, but the engine purred and the wheels turned. Somewhere in the night, Claire had lost her fear of driving. She felt, for the first time in her life, a sense of her own power.

Now the only question was, “Where to go?”

Forward.

She turned the radio on to a station full of static, then dialed through a dozen songs before settling on “Highway to Hell.”

Claire smiled.

She adjusted the rearview mirror to check her own reflection.

In the mirror, her eyes glowed green.

She put a hand to her belly, which had already begun to grow, confirming what she had felt since the moment he entered her.

Something there had quickened in the dark.

There, inside her, was a new power.

Waiting to be born.

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