Dry - 10

Monster was upside down.

 

It took him a moment to orient himself, but then he realized the box that had been in the passenger seat was now on his head.

 

He smelled booze. A bottle must have broken.

 

Monster shoved the box off his head and a bottle fell on his face. It leaked and the cool contents felt… fantastic. He overturned the broken bottle and poured the rest out. It wasn't enough. He grabbed another and unscrewed it and as the contents gurgled onto his head he felt like he could think more clearly.

 

He had to get out of this truck. Uncle Bill was dead. He had to take him out the back. He had to find someplace safe.

 

Monster had to kick the window out and crawl his way through onto a patch of grass. He was off the street, but that wasn't necessarily a good thing. A U-Haul would have left tracks in soil and more than likely those nuts would be able to follow.

 

Monster finally found his feet, using the side of the truck to prop himself up. The world spun a couple times before he could stand on his own. He walked to the back and saw the back was already open.

 

Uncle Bill was about thirty feet back, sprawled out across some bushes. A box of Crème de Menthe was cracked open and he reached in and took one. Monster's leg was stiffening and he had to jog-run over to his uncle.

 

He stuffed the Crème de Menthe into his back pocket and dragged Uncle Bill past the truck. He could hear them coming.

 

There was a big building on his left. He went away from it before coming to a street. It was quiet here, but he couldn't risk it, more of those crazies could show up. He slid Uncle Bill's stiff body beneath a car and followed. All that work had set his head on fire again.

 

He reached for the Crème de Menthe.