Lurch, brake, accelerate.
OK, this is bad. Dad’s doing his best, but these crazy roads are throwing us around in the back of the Citroen like frazzled yo-yos.
‘Where’re we now?’ Jack, my brother, moans. ‘You’re lost again, aren’t you?’
‘No,’ Dad responds tiredly, wiping his face. ‘I know exactly where we are.’
Frowning at the satnav, he guns up another anonymous twisting dirt lane. He’s been driving clueless along narrow tracks for over an hour.
Not that I mind. It’s not as if I care where we’re going.
Dad turns one final corner and pulls next to a hut that is rundown and boarded up. The two boys get out and try to break down the door.
There was a thud; I see Jack’s unconscious body, purple faced with a large pool of blood left on the ground. I glanced to my left, the slim dark figure that dad was talking about faded away into the void of the night, eyes locked onto me. The wind caught and threw leaves, making the scene much more eerie. “We have to leave and get Jack to a hospital” Dad exclaimed “We aren’t safe”. We ran back to the Citroen in the front of the hut, carrying Jack, as exhausted as we were. We peacefully lay Jack in the back of the Citroen, leaving us to silently contemplate: who was this slender dark figure and why was he following our Dad?
I gradually opened my eyes not aware of my surroundings a deep rose red liquid trickled down my forehead and a chill ran down my spine. As I touched my head I winced and cried out in pain. I looked around to find my dad but he was nowhere to be found. I looked out of the windscreen and saw my dad’s legs and body sinking into the mud. As for my brother he was slumped in his seat covered in blood.
As they drove on, the car stuttered to a halt. They were stranded. They ended up in a field - an old barn came into view. Sam creaked open the barn door and walked through. He found himself somewhere else. Somewhere damp. Sam heard a stuttering noise. He looked back. A hoard of zombies rambled towards him.
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As Mr Sutton was driving away there was a crunch… He had ran over the last biscuit. All the penguins climbed out the car and pulled their masks off… ROBINS?!?
Next thing thing they knew Michal Jordan came in wearing twinkle toes making him a god. He dunked on the Miss Brooker giving her dysentery sending her to purgatory. Mr. Armstrong crumpled into a ball crying thinking nothing could get weirder. Next thing he knew the army of the king of memetopia came first sending in the karens and kyles raining tacos burning the feeble mortal penguins that Mr. Sutton summoned. Next godzilla challenged the rock and world peace was not a thing anymore. They had to restore it by getting Mr. Sutton out of jail.
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