(Sean)
You pocket the Zippo and turn and run from death, this time downhill at least you where thinking a little.
“Happens every time.” Death says shaking his head. “What a waste.”
You look back in time to see Death point at you. You think that he is yelling at you to stop, or bring back my lighter or something. He is such a dumb ass, you think to yourself. You turn back around and come face to windshield with Stephen King. For a brief second you think, damn I’m with Stephen King, but then you are violently and I mean VIOLENTLY sucked under his van. Ick.
As Stephen King rockets past Death, your hand with his Zippo bounces at his feet.
“He was a nice kid too.”