Fog

Driving down the freeway Thomas was annoyed. Fog was slowing down their trip to Portland. He was with a few of his friends in a van that they had stolen. Thomas was a genius thief, and his gang would steal anything that you asked them for. The next item was simple. A vase kept in the lobby of a hotel. Thomas and his crew would easily take it having great experience in removing heavy objects from cases. Visibility was starting to decrease. "Dang it, now it will be 3:00 am when we get to Portland". "Keep driving Thomas, and stop complaining, so we can get to sleep". Thomas cursed to himself, and was afraid that he would fall asleep, and crash his car in the thick fog. A blur passed by the car. "Did you see that?" "Shut up Thomas, were trying to sleep". The car was being pulled back by an unknown force. Thomas stepped on the gas, but nothing happened. Soon the van was at a complete stop. He kept stepping on the gas, but the car did not budge. Thomas panicked, and put the car in park. He stepped outside and saw ropes with hooks latched on to the back of the van. The ropes went as far back as the eye could see, which was not very long. He heard lots of voices, but could not see due to the thick fog. An arrow latched itself on to the tire which was now losing air. Thomas could hear foot steps, and whatever it was, came closer. Thomas banged on the windows to get his friends to wake up. "Thomas, what is it this time?" "Help me get the spare tire on now!" "We are being attacked". "Thomas this better not be one of your silly games". The rest of his friends woke up, and confirmed that it was real. Another arrow came whizzing by and hit Nick in the hand. Nick cursed and screamed in pain. Thomas's heart started pounding. The rest of his friends were in shock. The footsteps came closer. "Come on get the spare"! Insane screams pierced the night and fear was visible in his friends faces. The fog seemed to get thicker by the moment. Nick had an arrow through his hand, they could barely see where to connect the spare tire. "Hurry"! The spare was on, the ropes were off, and Thomas turned around. He saw shadows, hundreds of them sprinting towards the car. Weird shapes and objects were in their hands. "Get in the car!" Thomas slammed the gas, and the van surged forward. The van ran right into another group of people. Thomas was despaired knowing that they were now surrounded. Various objects hacked at the car, and the screaming of the unknown kept terrorizing the men in the car. Thomas looked into their grey and black painted faces, and saw insanity.  Thomas kept driving, running over the unknown. Brutal sounds echoed through the nights as bones split, and skulls were crushed. The unknown would not move out of the way, and Thomas knew that if he stopped everyone would die. What made the driving even worse was the fog. It was so thick that you could only see a foot in front of you. It was a traumatic experience with grey and black faces popping out of nowhere and being flattened by the van. Five long minutes later Thomas ran over the last of the unknown. They screamed in fury knowing that they had missed an opportunity. The combined sound of the screech of one hundred mad men was terrifying. Thomas froze in fear, and vowed to his friends that they would never travel this highway again. He also made every member if the gang promise that they would never reveal the disturbing detail of this night to anyone. Meanwhile, the unknown were regrouping in the woods getting ready to trounce their next selected victim. The fog thickened and the unknown howled through the night.