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Creed drove the old beat up green Ford truck down the gravel road, radio blasting country music.
His Native American friend, Jim Thunderhawk looked at him with puzzlement.
"You sure are in a hurry to get there, it's not going anywhere, you can slow down."
Creed let up on the gas pedal and slowed down, turning the music down as well.
"Sorry, I'm just...I dunno how to explain it Jim. "
" We have to stop the killings, we gotta kill this damn thing, not just for Molly , but for all that have been sacrificed."
Jim nodded his head in agreement, "But, we have to be very careful , we are dealing with an ancient evil."
He shook the medicine bag around his neck, "It's gonna take a lot more than this or me to defeat it."
Creed looked over at him, "We have to try Jim,  no matter what happens, we gotta stop it."
The young man turned left and down a paved road, only a few miles now from his hometown. 
"So, you think he will let us stay?" Asked Jim.
Creed snickered, "who? My old man, that son of a bitch is nothing but a drunkard, his ass will be so far up Jack Daniels , the end of the world could happen, and he wouldn't give two sheets in the wind." 
"It might come to that. " Jim said.
Creed glanced over at him, "Huh?"
The old medicine man looked at Creed with a blank face and said, "End of the world."