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sped up and Drac did the same. He looked over again and saw two eyes
looking back at him, suspended in gasoline in a translucent skull in front of a
brain that looked slightly smaller than normal.
    Samson let up on
the gas and fell back a few feet. He expected Drac to
follow suit but was surprised when he accelerated.
    “Son of a bitch,”
Samson said, speeding up to tail Drac .
    Junko and Mama
Hell passed him on the left, veering off to enter Mouthville instead of riding into the Gears. It might be a smart move because despite Mouthville’s unpredictable environment, it wasn’t nearly as
dangerous. However, Samson decided not to follow them. In his rearview mirror
he saw Gabby on his ass, chatting on her cell phone, looking oblivious to the
race.
    As he tried to
move up front, Drac zigzagged to prevent him from
doing so. The sides of the road were blocked with blocks of concrete but Samson
could see he’d have a chance to pass him up the road….if he was careful.

CHAPTER
FOUR
    Yowzah ! I don’t know about you folks but I think
the race got off to a good start, doncha think?
Samson shot out like a rocket and was leading for a little bit until old Drac decided to usurp the position. So we have Drac in first place on his way to the Gears with Samson
right behind him and Gabby after that. Cute little Junko and Mama Hell decided
to go a different route and go through Mouthville instead of the Gears. Did you see Mama run over that poor little puppy? Wow,
she’s really bloodthirsty today.  
    *
    I.
    Junko was excited.
    This was his first
race driving solo and it was as intense as he thought it would be. Being in the
car alone, just him and the purring of his machine, well, that was something he
had always dreamt about.
    He’d had some
worries, of course. Driving in high heels wasn’t easy and he wished he’d
brought a change of shoes. Maybe he’d find a pair during the race. Weirder
things have happened. He couldn’t drive barefoot. It hurt his feet and he
didn’t want to mess up his pedicure.
    A cough erupted
from his throat and a clump of hair and bile oozed onto his tongue. Junko
swallowed it all back down. After all, he wanted it to come out the other end.
    He followed Mama Hell’s
minivan into Mouthville , a place that could
accurately be described as a dusty forest. During the war it had been a
military training facility but was now overrun with mutated animals and
radioactive dust.
    “Okay, Mama bitch , here’s where you get off!” Junko said, driving up and
tapping the minivan on the left corner of its fender. He sped up to the other
side and tapped it again.
    Mama Hell stepped
on the brakes and Junko took that opportunity to sneak up alongside the left
and pass her, giving her the finger as he did so. “Fuck you!”
    Junko left the
minivan in his dust as he sped down the road, swerving to avoid the road kill.
He was going to win that race for sure. He had to. If he won it, he’d get the
respect he deserved. He had always had to stand behind someone else, always had
to ride on someone’s coattails but not now, no.
    As he passed the
trees, Junko thought he saw something move between them. It was too big to be
an animal or a person. If he didn’t know better he would have thought it was a
tornado.
    He looked in his
rearview and saw Mama Hell thirty-feet behind him. It didn’t even seem like she
was trying to get closer to him. What was she up to?
    Junko saw the
thing in the trees again but this time it rose above them and was approaching.
It was a tornado and it was coming closer. Junko started to hug the left
side of the road but was worried that he’d be leaving Mama Hell enough room to
pass him.
    That’s when the
twister came straight for him, engulfing his car. It sounded like a million
pebbles pelting the outside. It was a tornado, yes, but there was something
different about this one.
    It was a tornado
with teeth .
    The small cyclone
was twisting around Junko’s car, scraping the paint off with