Diane has told you the night before that she'll be departing at 10 A.M. today. Yet about an hour ago, you receive a text that she's about an hour out from Temecula. She asks that you pick up some sunscreen for her - there doesn't appear to be any rest stops further down the road. She gives you the address in Temecula - 294 Woodpiper Way, a 'Hitcher's Post' motel. Four members of the cell had met earlier in the morning, made plans and secured provisions in Jodie's stable vehicle. After a few moments of settling in, the group pulled onto the freeway. An hour passes easily enough. Sam and Jodie's cell phone beeps - they recieve a text message with a smiling Diane holding a large plastic wrapped sandwich up to her head.
"Sfe to eat? Reminds me of that one futurama where fry got worms!" The message attached to the candid shot says.
Another half an hour passes and things on the road begin to change. You've had to pull off of the freeway onto an ill used road. You are the only car on the road. Twice you were passed by cars going the opposite way, heading back to the freeway. You pass wooded areas and a few 'Beware of dog signs' although the houses seem deep set in the wooded area, shielded from sight of the road. You see an aged sign in disrepair promising gas and a motel up ahead. You estimate that you are about twenty minutes from the meeting place where Diane awaits. A crow picks at something on the edge of the road... road kill. It caws at you boldly as you roll by.
Sam and Jodie's cell phone beeps - it's Diane again. Yet this text message has none of the casual joy of enjoying the little things. Its hastily assembled, hacked in by what you imagine were panicked fingers.
Im bein setup cops n motel guy inon it chek my car. Alrm fake take wht u need hlp me n ur thngs free
Justin Djinn Cayce Cross