C119 You Actually Want to Eat Me

I felt like my scalp was going to explode, that tingling sensation, my hair standing up, my bloody face pressed against the window of the car, my white eyes staring at me.

How could a car stop at such a place? Where did he go? Wasn't he sick?!

I looked out the window and saw that the face was fading. It seemed to be a wasteland, not a town or a station at all