It was late in the evening, nearly twelve o'clock in the morning and the chilling fog clung to the highway like a ghost. Zachary Benedict hopped inside his car, put his seatbelt on. Emmanuel on the other hand opened the other door opposite the driver's seat, occupied the passengers seat beside him, and put his own seatbelt like he did.
Finally, they are now set to go.
Zachary Benedict maneuvered his car into the dark, deserted driveway, and immediately stomped hard into the accelerator, then drove his car like a mad man. Nothing can stop him now for saving the woman he loves, not even death.
