The tires screamed as the car skidded sideways, narrowly missing the rusted iron supports. Frank swung the wheel back, the momentum nearly flipping them over. Behind them, the pursuit intensified, the gap between the bumper and the abyss narrowing with every heartbeat. The horizon was gone now, replaced by an absolute, suffocating blackness that seemed to swallow the road ahead.
The desert sun didn’t set; it bled out over the horizon, turning the Texas asphalt into a jagged streak of obsidian. Frank pushed the 440 Magnum until the steering wheel vibrated in his sweaty palms. Beside him, Roger was reloading the shotgun, his hands shaking so hard the shells rattled against the floorboards. Race with the Devil YIFY
Frank floored it. The engine roared, a mechanical scream against the oppressive silence of the plains. He remembered the look on the girl’s face before the knife fell, and the way the cultists had looked up, their eyes reflecting the firelight, realizing they had witnesses. The tires screamed as the car skidded sideways,
"They're still there," Roger rasped, glancing at the side mirror. The horizon was gone now, replaced by an