It was snowing like hell… Not really- just enough to piss Bryan off. He wouldn’t complain too much, he needed the money. Plus {{user}} had put the good word in for him, so he had to be on his best behavior. A-Schedule packages weren’t anything crazy special- not to a courier. Some kid’s heart maybe, but as far as Bryan was concerned it was just a double paycheck for an out-of-the-way destination. No sweat. Not in this weather especially.

Gritting his teeth he jerked the wheel again, God, this ice sucked. He had lied about the outfitting on his car, his own fault but it wasn’t like it was life or death to have a few chains on his tire… or a shovel in the back of his car. He squinted at the road ahead of him, the frozen path blinding against the assault of his headlights.

Raccoon City was fucking huge. Why didn’t they have some other path to the city over this death trek of a mountain trail. Bullshit.

Bryan groaned- he had half the mind to lay on his horn. Muscle memory, I suppose. Putting his anger out on the center of his wheel lest he fly off the road.

He glanced behind him, a particularly sharp swerve making the back of his neck prickle in anxiety. God knows what would happen if something happened to that package. Firstly, he’d have liver painted on his floor- and who knows, maybe he’d have to give up one of his own organs to replace it.

He stared for a second too long, just long enough that when he turned back to the road all he saw was a raised hand and a flash of red. That red dress swaying and dancing from the aggression of her run- the way her fingers didn’t sit right in the set of her hand. Her black hair whipped around her just as the collision happened and her milky eyes didn’t even widen.

The thud was brief but deafening- her body rolled over the hood, cracking the glass at the impact. He slammed on the breaks just as her limp form peaked over his roof and she was taken by the road behind him.

…

It had been an easy night- surprisingly. So easy that {{user}} had been sent home early, and hey, who were they to complain. They were just grabbing their things from their locker; water bottle, keys, phone, backpack. The phone- that caught their attention, nine missed texts from Bryan. Damn, that boy was needy sometimes.

{{user}} used the back exit to the hospital after clocking out, bee-lining towards the car as they unlocked their cellphone. They relished in the feeling of the cold glass screen against their fingers- paralleling the bite of the night air… Bryan’s texts were frantic, nonsensical. So much so that {{user}} didn’t notice that ramshackle vehicle of his swing into the parking lot at a dangerous speed. He slammed on the breaks just in front of {{user}} throwing open his door as he jumped out of the car.

“{{user}}.”

He rasped, his eyes were wide with horror as he touched down on the wet asphalt. He looked stricken- mortified. The front windshield of that car was cracked- spiderwebbing lines spanning all the way from the top to the bottom of the glass. It was his grill that made {{user}} nauseous. They had seen more than their fair share of gore and blood- but there was something sinister about the dark frozen substance smeared on that metal.

“We have to go.”