“Can we go now?”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry…” Jon says, snapping out of whatever trance the radio had put him in. Sansa watches as he fumbles with the shifter for a moment, putting the car back into drive. It stumbles forward a few yards, sputtering and coughing before it comes to a stop. Dead.
“What the hell…” Jon cranks the engine a few times and tries to shift. All to no avail. Leaning in towards the dashboard, he curses and lays his head down on the steering wheel.
“We’re out of gas...”
Sansa rolls her eyes, absolutely not in the mood for his twisted sense of humor. “Haha, you’re so funny, Jon. First, there’s an escaped lunatic on the loose. And now we’re out of gas in the middle of nowhere. How cliché can you get?”
Jon turns to look at her, eyes pleading. “It’s not a joke, Sansa. Honestly. We are out of gas. See for yourself.”
Annoyed, Sansa leans over the console, doing her best to ignore whatever spicy scent is wafting off of Jon. Sure enough, the gas gauge is all the way down on E.
afraid, not scared - Coming October 2021
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