• His head bobbed about seemingly lifeless except for motions stimulated by rough terrain and car wheels bumping over. Eyes, wide open, stealing the moon and still in focus of the beaded coils laying about like farmland with one volcanic eruption of black tangled wires spreading around the magma. The lava oozed from lacerations piled upon the streaks falling across, the red quickened to black after hours.

    Others were starring, their fixation unnoticed. Merely without, where their eyes met, the skin around his eyes blocked away. The sight itself wasn't exactly strange, moreover they're eyes directed to a putrid fragrance that bothered all the passengers around. It smelled of cheap perfume and smoke, a sick mixture like smelling salt.

    And behind the truck, the ravens looked never ending.