A Wrong Decision, Ch. IV
August 22, 2007
By J.D. Cook
Chapter IV Georgia, 4am
The BP he had decided to fuel up at was deserted at four in the morning, and for good reason. This area of Georgia was down-right creepy. Slipping into his Bronco Wellington yawned loudly. His eyes opened again in just enough time to spot a gray Honda speed by the gas station. He started the truck, and took off in the opposite direction. The gray Honda had reappeared trailing him a few hours ago, and again Wellington thought he got rid of him. But it now seemed he had found him again.
