“I heard something,” he says and tries to peek through the foggy windows of his car. But she will not have any of this nonsense, and takes his face and guides it towards her open blouse, giggling with anticipation.
It is winter, the snowy landscape tranquil. But Marc and Sarah are not cold, their cheeks are flushed, their breath is heated. And so they do not notice the car crashing nearby. The driver is hurt badly; she barely makes it out of the wreck.
“I’m positive I heard something,”‘ Marc says again, but Sarah once again directs his attention back to herself.
Another car arrives. The injured woman gets nervous, looks for her gun, tries to shoot – but too late: the axe rips the gun from her hand.
“You didn’t hear anything, no matter how sure you are.” Sarah moans.
And while they continue their little outing in the back of the car, they’re unaware that there was something after all… and it might be coming for them as well.14 min