Chronicles of the Unfortunate

They were speeding along an empty highway. The sun was sinking toward the horizon. There was nothing to say. Ruslan dozed off. Anna watched the road carefully—she was driving. Their relationship had long gone cold. They were almost strangers to each other. Could this trip to a wedding at friends’ somehow rekindle their feelings?

Ruslan woke up as if jolted. Absolute darkness surrounded them. The car had stopped. The wife behind the wheel was trembling and couldn’t speak coherently—she was in shock from sheer terror. All four wheels were punctured. No signal. And some tall man was moving in from the gloom… Cold and mute—like their fading feelings…