He drove there. He had a full tank but he still wanted to know. Was your name Chip? Why do you do this? Everyday your here. Why? 

He wanted to shout at the top of his lungs. He wanted to go into the McDonald’s and tell everyone to leave. Get...

Before she went one guy noticed her, well more her car. Light blue just drove up and parked. People that like to be left alone park there. Away from the drive through. They can pretend they wanted to go in but got distracted.
He took a drag from his cigarette, he...

She closed her car door, and was immediately plunged into silence. There the thought resurfaced about the payphone. She looked around, nothing.

There was the machine for air.

"All tires for 1 quarter." The sign read.

She wondered if it was true.

She left there, guided back to the road...

Dean slammed his hand down on the table.

"What do you mean she just walked out of the door?"

"I mean she walked just there, and went left then another left, and then got into her car and drove well here you can see for yourself."

He pulled the screen around for...

"Are you checking out mam?"

"No just, do you, weird question have a payphone by chance?"

"Uhh, no we, just have that." He pointed to an old phone hanging on the wall."

"Oh okay, thats okay, I'll just have a look around."

"Certainly, just don't forget checkout is at 11." He replied.

He radioed to...

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

“Hmm.”

“Like it’s not just me right. She’s definitely like why would she be googling these things. This is like the stuff we report right? You know?”

“Hmm.”


“I’m not like making it up right I just never though we’d have to call on someone. I mean I...

The  blue Roof Hotel. Was a subsidiary of the Blue group, which was Blue Inc, but after the whole Spacecity fiasco had to rebrand. 

"Bigger bolder Blue" the CEO said at the time. 


The Blue Roof Hotel was nothing special. From the outside it looked cheap and dilapidated, but inside...

The feeling didn’t leave her in the car. As the door shut she felt like she wasn’t alone. She checked the back seat nothing but her lone bag, had it been moved? She had her phone clutched near her chest, and backed out turning around towards the road. Her lights...

"Private property keep out." The gate said, but it was clear open. Didn't seem like anyone was there so she went further. 


"Flight deck this way."


"Preparation station this way."


"What the fuck is this." She thought. It was dark now, the only light was from her head lights, and the reflections...

On the road  Imogen Howe only thought about necessities.  gas and  food the only things that would keep her going. It had been about ten hours she thought. Already going through her phones battery, for some reason she noticed it getting darker. It woke her up.  sleep the next thing...