PHOTO PROMPT – © Al Forbes
The car rolled into town, adorned with human skulls and other various bones. People gave it a wide berth, just the way Jackson liked it. His voodoo priest getup–complete with top hat and white face paint–only helped his cause.
Ever since the government collapsed the world had become a dangerous place. Keeping people at a distance was safer. Inspiring fear, even better. A stolen car and a few mutilated corpses were a small price to pay.
Now came the part he hated most: filling the gas tank. It meant he’d have to barter with yet another crazy hillbilly.
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February 25th, 2016 at 11:14 PM
What a nasty world you have created. Good job!
February 26th, 2016 at 1:04 AM
I shudder to imagine what he has to offer.
February 26th, 2016 at 6:59 AM
That’s a good question. I’m not sure I want to know the answer either.
February 26th, 2016 at 6:17 AM
Dear Adam,
I don’t which is worse, the voodoo driver or the crazy hillbilly. Wait! Do I hear banjos?
Shalom,
Rochelle
February 26th, 2016 at 6:29 AM
You’ve got to be a bit crazy to survive in a crazy world, but my bet is on the hillbilly to be worse. The voodoo act is just for show.
February 26th, 2016 at 6:18 AM
I suppose that means he’s in my neck of the woods. He’s better get a Rebel flag. 🙂
February 26th, 2016 at 6:58 AM
Either that or just keep moving along until he finds some place devoid of other people. I don’t think he cares much for most of them.
February 26th, 2016 at 7:37 AM
One of your most horrifying stories yet – no-one should be exposed to a crazy hillbilly.
February 26th, 2016 at 8:49 AM
I’ve heard it’s contagious. Probably best to stay away.
February 26th, 2016 at 5:30 PM
Great dystopian scene. Total anarchy is scary, and it’s interesting to see that the craziest character is scared, too.
February 26th, 2016 at 10:48 PM
Hillbillies and Hicks. GAH, the horror. Acting voodoo to keep people at bay is brilliant, course it’s all good till someone catches on.
February 27th, 2016 at 6:57 AM
I think that’s why he never stays in one place very long and hates interacting with people.
February 27th, 2016 at 9:34 PM
Oh, no! Times are bleak. Driving around with corpses. I wonder what he will barter. Fun, creepy story.
February 28th, 2016 at 12:10 PM
“Gas don’t come cheap, you know” said the crazy hillbilly spitting a stream of tobacco juice out the side of his mouth.
February 28th, 2016 at 7:02 PM
I couldn’t have said it better myself. He may be better off finding a nice place to settle down.
February 28th, 2016 at 7:55 PM
I think he should head north. Although northerners probably wouldn’t recognize the voodoo get-up, they’d still stay away 😁
March 1st, 2016 at 10:16 AM
What would be sufficient payment in the mind of a crazy hillbilly? I don’t think I want to delve into the mind of a crazy hillbilly. That’s got to be scary. Well done, Adam. 🙂 — Suzanne
March 6th, 2016 at 6:46 PM
With his ‘adornments’ and a Hillbilly is the crazy one???
March 6th, 2016 at 8:04 PM
Kind of makes you wonder about the hillbillies he’s met thus far on his journey to make him question this one before meeting him, no?