Free The Great Wreck by Jack Stewart Page A

another as
we moved up the mountain. I began to wonder if we, too would have to park a few
miles away from our trailhead and hike that much further to get to Tony’s
cabin. We also started seeing cars on the side of the road with their hoods up.
I worried that if there were any big wrecks up ahead we might have trouble
getting past them.
                Twenty
minutes later, I was proven right when we came upon a large mobile home type
trailer jackknifed in the middle of the road.
                “What a
cluster fuck,” Nicky said beside me, “Who drags behind them a fucking train
sized camper up into the mountains?”
                “Apparently
these people did,” I said as I put the truck in park and got out. The trailer
had completely tipped over on its side so we were not going to be able to roll
it out of the way.
                Tony had
walked up beside me, “What do you think? Can we squeeze around it?”
                I looked
at the wreck and shook my head.   The back
end of the trailer was firmly wedged against the steep side of the mountain and
the front end stretched across the road leaving about five feet between it and
the guard rail, “I don’t think so. We can’t make it up the bank and there’s not
enough room between it and the guard rail.”
                Tony
nodded then began walking towards the overturned camper, “What are you doing?”
I asked.
                “Checking
inside,” he said as he climbed up on the side of the trailer and opened the door.
He immediately dropped the door back shut and staggered back away from it
nearly falling off of the trailer, “Oh, god,” he said and puked all over the
side of the trailer.
                I ran to
the side and yelled up at him, “What the fuck, Tony! You nearly fell off. Get
the fuck down, man!”
                Tony
wiped his mouth off and quickly climbed down the side and walked quickly away
from the trailer, went over the guardrail and promptly puked again. I jogged
over to his side and put my hand on his shoulder, “You OK?”
                Tony
just shook his head and leaned against the rail. I sat next to him trying to
figure out a way around the wreck when he finally spoke up, “Lot of dead people
in there man.”
                “Dead?”
I said looking back over at the tipped trailer, “It doesn’t look that bad. I
mean, yeah it tipped over, but they couldn’t have been going that fast.”
                “I don’t
know but there’s like five or six people in there and at least one of them had
their head shot off.”
                “What?!”
                “Yeah, I
could see what was left of the front half of their skull had three neat, round
holes in it. The others looked like they had been torn apart. It was a fucking
slaughterhouse in there, And the smell. I think they’ve been there awhile.”
                I looked
back over at the trailer then got to my feet, “Don’t go in there man,” Tony
said as I walked towards the rig.
                “I’m
not. I just need to look at what’s on the other side,” I said as I walked past
the trailer. I could smell just a hint of what Tony must have smelled when he
opened the door to the trailer. A sweat, sickly smell of rot drifted around the
trailer. I walked past it and saw that the truck that had been pulling it had
driven directly into the side of the rock bank that the road had been cut from.
The smell coming from the cab let me know there were likely rotting bodies in
there as well. I pulled my shirt up over my nose as I looked inside. I could
see that the driver’s head had smashed into the windshield but he must have
survived since there was no body. I looked in the back of the cab and saw that
there was blood, chucks of flesh, and scrapes of tissue everywhere. What the
fuck?
                I