– One hour later –
*Tzzzt!* *Tzzzt–!*
"...Oh, come on. Start for me, you little piece of shit!"
*Tzzzzzzt—!*
Inside the worn-out motel's desolate rear parking lot, the engine of an old, crappy car coughed and wheezed as Damien repeatedly twisted the ignition key in its slot, seemingly engaged in an impossible quest to breathe life into it.
It had already been five entire minutes since he had been trying to get this blasted tin can to start, but there had been no noticeable progress at all. This thing seemed strangely persistent in making him sweat and suffer in this unbearable heat of summer.
*Tzzzt!* *Tzzzt—!*
"...Shit."
Seated on the mostly comfortable and intact driving seat of the otherwise trashy car, Damien's expression soon twisted into an ugly grimace.
