Final Destination 3 by Christa Faust

Author:Christa Faust [Faust, Christa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Black Flame
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

15

Butchie Burger

Wendy bounced limply against her safety belt in the passenger seat of Kevin's Ford Ranger pickup as he drove down the pot-holed suburban strip mall street that led down into the center of town. The bag filled with photos dangled from her slack fingers. Off to one side, above a car dealership, there was a billboard advertising: "McKinley Tri-Centennial Celebration. 1705-2005. Fireworks! Carnival! Colonial Village! Craft Fair!" Neither of them paid the jaunty sign any notice.

Wendy's focus was turned fiercely inward as she mulled over the recent tragedies and the questionable revelations of those creepy photos, and to a lesser degree, Kevin's sudden, almost mother-hen-like attitude towards her. She was simultaneously annoyed and charmed by his solicitous and protective body language as he ushered her around to the passenger side and opened the door for her. She found herself sneaking glances at him while he drove, so serious and drawn in his sober suit and tie. So utterly unlike the goofy boy who had joked about puking and taken a photo of Stacy's panties. She wondered how different she must look to him.

"The odds of two people," Kevin was saying, "best friends no less, dying in a freak accident, unrelated to the original accident, is like, worse than the odds of winning lotto."

"But," Wendy said, trying to convince herself as much as Kevin and not doing a very good job, "it's not impossible, right? It just could be a coincidence. Right?"

Kevin nodded, shrugging. "Sure, maybe," he said. "I guess the only way we'll know for sure is…"

He trailed off as he realized where the thought had taken him. Wendy finished it for him, hands spreading to cover the bag of photos with their bloody, damning evidence.

"…is if another one of us dies," she said.

Kevin shook his head. "Man," he said. "That's no way to live, just waiting to see who's next."

"No," Wendy agreed. "But I don't have any idea what else to do."

Kevin's brow wrinkled as he thought about it, remembering.

"Those kids on Flight 180 died in the order they would have died if they'd stayed on the plane," he told her. "The kids sitting closer to the front of the plane went first, then the ones further back, and then the ones behind them and so on, all the way down the line."

Wendy looked at him, a sharp frown drawing her brows together. "You think this is like that?" she asked. "That we're all going to die in the order we were sitting on the roller coaster? Don't you think that's kind of improbable? I mean couldn't someone farther back get killed first? Since when is Death so… so orderly?"

"Wendy," Kevin said. "I hate to bring this up, and I wouldn't if I didn't think it was important."

"What?" she asked.

"Do you remember your vision?" Kevin asked. "I mean the exact details of what would have happened to the ones who got off. To us."

Wendy narrowed her eyes.

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