Badlands post

Soon enough I was back home in Chicago. I lived there with my sister and finished up my degree in nursing. I had almost finished, but then ran off with Jack due to the claustrophobia and stress. But now the degree was finally over, and I was feeling claustrophobic again. This time, I decided to take my sister's car and go off on my own. I drove through Wisconsin and Minnesota and North Dakota to Montana. Last time I had seen the west and the south, but not really the north, and how could I say I had seen and breathed America if I really hadn't?

I stopped at a gas station to fill up and went inside to grab a bite to eat. A rough-looking man and a sweet-looking girl walked in just as I was walking back outside. Outside was a beautiful car, a Cadillac, though it was fairly dirty. Something seemed odd about the two of them, and soon enough I heard a couple loud bangs, and I ran behind the gas station building. The Cadillac sped off, and I rushed into the gas station. The attendant was crouched over bleeding. I had only just finished nursing school, but I called the police and put pressure on the wound to stall the bleeding. Soon, the paramedics came and took the man off my hands.

I told the police I had seen a couple walk in and rush out in a Cadillac, and they told me it must have been Holly and Kit. The police had been looking all over for them, and they'd already killed five people. After a few hours of questioning, I left them with my phone number as a witness, and drove as fast as I could from that cursed place.