Miles flew as the van went deeper into the wild lands of Texas.

Karen and Paloma were happily singing their lungs out along with an Elvis' song, while Will and Dan were discussing the effects of drugs on the average human body. Meanwhile, Jenny wasn't there. No, she was dying, rotting in a coffin, eaten by worms. The sens of hearing's the last one to go when you die, they say. Burried, she was still able to listen to her friends' screams of pure agony, as the loud roar of a chainsaw echoed in distance. 

- May... Maybe we shouldn't... I have a very bad feeling about this.

- Ugh? the others gasped in shock.

Fortunately, Pete nodded. 

- She's right. It's stupid. Utterly stupid, if you want my opinion. We can't afford to take the risk to get killed just because of a fucking dare! I still don't know why I accepted in first place, I mean...

- Alright folks.

It was William.

- Since I'm the driver here, I'm the only one in charge! If little Jenny here doesn't want to do what she was dared to, then, it's up to her. But for all I know, you can't just fuck it up like that without facing... the consequences, haha! 

Jen glared at him in the mirror, but the boy chose to ignore her by putting sunglasses on. 

- Anyway, let's stop at this station, I need a break. 

- Agreed, Karen yawned, checking her makeup. To be honest, all I need right now is some toilets. And some cigarettes. 

And then, they stopped and stepped out of the van. Before he could go anywhere, Will felt a hand on his shoulder.

- Yes, m'lady?

Jenny was frowning slightly. 

- Please, stop joking around. I just have one question.

- I listen.

- Well... You were talking about consequences... What is that? 

The guy cracked a smile, before leaning against the van.

- Hmm, I don't know, little one. I didn't think about it yet. But if you fail a dare, there is a price to pay, right?

With a laugh, he winked at her. Jenny knew William always had a crush on her, but he kept bragging about it all the time and, even if he was kind and fun, he wasn't anything more than a brother to her. 

- Uhhh, the girl shivered. Disgusting.

And she followed the group, who was in a deep conversation with a somewhat old man with grey hair and dark brown eyes.

- Another one? Wow, you come numerous! 

The man grinned, in a grin that made Jen uneasy. He introduced himself: Vince, short for Vincent, Carson (look what I did here). His family seemed to live in a nearby farm. 

- Haven't you heard about the Massacre that occurred here? Isn't it dangerous to live here? Daniel asked Vince.

- Tsssskkk, the man simply replied. The whole world is dangerous, my friend. I'm old as you can see, so what? Should I prevent myself from living, just because of some creepers? Naaaah! No way Vince leaves Newt. Newt is home. Newt is family. If you're so scared, why don't you just go back from wherever you're from?

No comment was made. 

No, cause if a old hillbilly like this guy wasn't scared, why should they be? Plus, Paloma had insisted for Daniel to take his father's old Colt. Plus, they were six, and they weren't going to split up or anything. 

They weren't ready to die. 

God! they weren't.