Date: 2008-11-10 10:36 pm (UTC)
The world opened up for us as we drove 70 mph down the darkened streets. The roads were desolate and it was oddly reminiscent of the rapture, but the weight of our situation was more severe than an impending apocalypse. We were sinners, but there was no hope for redemption.

The only noise heard was the sound of static prevailing over two stations vying for airplay. We drowned out the muffled screams emanating from the back seat with our screaming consciences. The four of us sat in silence and wondered if we were too far gone, if it was at all possible to turn back time. We all had idealized notions of playing the role of tragic hero, ones who superseded the moral hierarchy and did good through a little sin. We told each other we could escape and save hundreds from a life of brainless servitude to a manmade deity.

We’ve been on the run for three days now, and we’ve inconspicuously traveled from small town to small town. Four petite girls seemingly incapable of brute strength is hardly the cause of alarm. But it’s not our strength that people need to worry about; it’s our mental instability.
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