Claimed by The Rogue Alpha
Had it not been for Marie, his ever nagging wife, he should have left long before the sun set.
He sighed. Let him just get through the journey and as soon as he returned, he would give Marie a piece of his mind. No sooner had the thought come than there was a jolt on this trunk. On reflex, he stomped on the brakes again. Slowly and hoping that this was just a dream, he turned. And there hunched on his trunk was a creature. Its fur as clear as sky, but with eyes so vicious you could under its gaze. It growled, making John Doe shriek. He worked on his ignition, but the car refused to come to life.