Musings From A Demented Mind by Derek Ailes, James Coon Page A

going to get the delivery to its destination on time, he would have to drive a little faster than normal when he got on the interstate.  He hoped the traffic wasn’t going to be backed up due to the construction they were doing on the left lanes on the interstate. 
    “We’re almost done,” one of the loaders assured him.
    “It’s about time,” he said impatiently.
    “Be careful transporting them,” the loader warned.
    “I will.”
     
    After eight long hours of bagging groceries and facing up all the aisles, Julianne’s shift was over.  She was exhausted.  Except for the two fifteen minute breaks, she was on her feet the whole time.  She wanted to get home and take a long soothing bath.  As she was walking out the store, she spotted Jason standing nervously by her car.  Was he going to ask her out? She went over all the reasons why she couldn’t go out with him and decided which reason she would kindly give him.  She didn’t want to date him, but she also didn’t want to hurt his feelings.  After a minute of thinking, she walked over to her car.
    “Julianne,” he stuttered.
    “What’s up, slacker?”
    “I was wondering if you would go out on a date with me.”  He was staring at her feet, never making eye contact with her as he asked.  She felt nervous as he asked her out because the way he did it reminded her of Norman Bates.
    “Jason, you’re a nice guy and I like you as a friend.”
    “A friend?” He seemed very agitated by the word friend.
    “Besides, I’m seeing this guy.  He’s a freshman in college.”  As she was speaking, she was fumbling for her keys in her purse.
    “I see,” he said sadly, still staring at her feet.
    “I’m sorry,” she said as she pressed the unlock button on her keypad.  As she reached for the door, he grabbed the back of her head and slammed it into the driver’s side window of her car.  She fell to the ground unconscious.
     
     
    “Get out of the fast lane, granny!”  George yelled as he drove down the interstate.  He could see the sign directing traffic to move to the right lane.  The cars in front of him were slowly merging into the right lane almost causing a bottleneck ahead.  The car in front of him stopped abruptly to avoid hitting the car ahead of it.  He swerved to avoid a collision and forced the car to the right of him into the railing.  He lost control and jackknifed his truck.  As the cab of the truck hit the concrete barrier on the left, the trailer slammed into multiple cars spilling all the boxes containing the bee hives all over the interstate.  
    Blood was trickling down the side of George’s face as he slowly climbed out of the cab.  He was covered in bees and his skin was beginning to swell.  He felt the bees stinging him.  As he screamed, several bees instantly flew into his mouth stinging his tongue and the inside of his mouth.
    As all the cars stopped to avoid the massive pileup building up ahead, they were being covered with bees.  Those who unfortunately had their windows down or vents open were being swarmed by bees.
     
     
    Julianne slowly opened her eyes.  She had a massive headache and was having a hard time adjusting to the light.  She tried to move her hands but she could barely move them.  As her vision cleared, she could see her hands were handcuffed to an old wooden bedpost.  To the right of her was a dirty window with a rotten frame.  In front of her was a large metal door with a small wooden desk in front of it.  The ground was concrete.  She could barely lift her legs a few feet, because they were tied down with rope.  To the right of the bed she could see light shining through a golf-ball sized hole in the middle of the wall which was rotted. She could smell motor oil.  She was in someone’s garage.
    “Help!” she screamed.
    No response. 
    After a few minutes of screaming, she gave up.  The last thing she remembered was trying to get into her car after the awkward encounter with