2. No Escape

He walked out on the wet-grime asphalt, pulling his coat collar tight and cupping his smoke. Stood still with an inhale. He looked both ways down the street. One way he could see the half-lit sign of the bus station. It was calling him.

Telling him somewhere in the back of his mind that it didn't have to go the way it was gonna go. Just stroll that way. But then he rubbed his stumble and saw the flicker and flash of his Rita dying, along with a 1000 other memories. He saw the blood vine across the grainy wall. Then the furnace in his heart lit up again.

He looked down the other way. At the den of snakes. In the Devil Room. His teeth mashed. His face become a visage of hate.

No, the bus would have to pull out without him. There was no escape...not for him or those soon to be dead sonsabitches.