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Alexis walked around to the back of the car and opened up the trunk. A sickly yellow light illuminated the contents of the space, barely fell out to lightly touch the ground surrounding the rear wheels. In the trunk was a change of shoes, a rolled up sleeping bag, a box of goodies for earthquake preparedness and an ancient tire jack.
She pushed everything to the back except the ratty sleeping bag which she pulled out and tossed to the side of the road. She looked around the small area of the trunk once again for anything that might be useful. Nothing about the contents had changed, just the same shit she had seen.
Moving in an unhurried rush, she grabbed the rolled sleeping bag and made her way around the passenger side of the car. She opened the rear passenger door and tossed the bag in the back. She saw the large, drying pool of blood on the floor and pushed away the memory of Louis' last moments. Less than an hour prior, she had been ready to kill the creepy little guy herself, but now knowing he had only been in the wrong place at the wrong time, she felt a certain sadness for the kid.
She softly closed the door and made her way to the front passenger door. She put her hand on the warm handle and waited. She closed her eyes, dropped her head and took three or four deep breaths.
Alexis was not sorry for Matthew's death, not in the least. Like most other men she had been locked into battle with, he became way too confident of his own power, not near sly enough. What she was upset about was how far this had now come, how far it would have to go. She would spend what was the rest of her life running, looking over her shoulder, always wondering which faceless fuck was on their way to her. She could feel the tension already building in her shoulders.
At the very least, she thought to herself, I now know there's a mark on me.
She slowly lifted the door's handle and let the door fall open under the weight of Matthew. His head lulled out over the seat and into the exterior world. His mouth opened as if breathing in the dusty air, his eye stared out into the chaparral behind her.
Alexis knelt down beside him, put her hands under his arms, took a deep breath and pulled. She managed to drag his body out of the passenger seat up to his waist before the strain was too much. Fucking bodies are always heavier than they should be. She let go and Matthew's head fell to the gravel at the road's shoulder.
Looking quickly east and west down the canyon road, Alexis took another deep breath, grabbed at Matthew’s belt and yanked with everything she had. She managed to get the body out of the car and onto the side of the road. She could feel a burning in her left shoulder, telling her she had pulled a muscle or two.
With a couple of minutes of teeth gritting strain and more sweat than she would have believed she could produce, Alexis got Matthew's body up off the ground and had it leaning against the car. She kicked the passenger door closed with her foot. She was panting, she had one hand pinning his body to the car and was wiping sweat off her face with the other. Matthew began sliding back towards the ground and she latched on with both hands, digging in with her legs to steady him once again.
As sweat stung her eyes, she seemed to notice a change in the light surrounding her. Before she could fathom what it was, she could hear the whine of a car's engine. She looked out to where the canyon let out onto the Pacific Ocean and saw headlights making their way towards her.