With the blazing sun slowly sinking behind a bunch of tall gum trees on the horizon, dark clouds drift across the sky and it starts pouring down with rain by the bucket full obscuring Garry's vision of the road, he turns on the windscreen wipers which make little difference, if any.
What a shocker that caravan park is, says Julia.
Ya not wrong at all simply gross, looks like this rain is never going to cease, in fact i'm having trouble seeing where i'm driving, says Garry.
Its definitely set in for the night, apart from the rain we still need to locate suitable digs for the night.
Down the road a piece the pouring rain eases turning into annoying drizzle. Around the next bend Garry and Julia come across a colourful flashing billboard that reads, Contention Roadhouse we sell petrol, diesel, hot & cold food and drinks with all amenities available.
Stop at the Contention Roadhouse so i can go to the loo first then with a bit of luck grab a meal without being mobbed by millions of flies like at the caravan park, that was really gross, yuk!.
Ok then that's a bonza idea, while you're in the loo i'll top up the tank with diesel just to be on the safe side.
Turning off the main road up a short wet concrete driveway just as the rain starts to become slightly heavier and at the same moment the wind picks up a bit.
Julia winds down her window in an attempt to glean a peek inside the Roadhouse and says, Looks deserted and creepy to me except for the fluorscent light tube flickering away.
There's no chance to fill up either because the diesel bowzer is padlocked tight as a drum, unless you can raise someone that has the key we'll have to make do with half a tank.
I'll make a bee line for those sliding doors, knock on 'em to ascertain if anybody's home that can help us.
Off you go but be careful you never know what's lurking around in the shadows.
Julia just stares at Garry with a smile on her dial, leaps out of the 4wd, bolts across the wet concrete driveway, up to the sliding doors, starts banging as hard as she can and at the same time yells, hello is anybody home?, waits a few seconds for a reply that never comes, she then places her face hard up against the window in an attempt to ensure that nobody is home.
Out of the gloom appear two demented rottweiler's with large purple eyes, huge twisted fang like teeth protruding from their large deformed snouts and are totally devoid of fur just bloody skin and bones and are sprinting straight for Julia viciously howling and snarling then launch themselves through the air crashing head first into the window knocking Julia off balance onto the wet concrete a bit shaken but not stirred.
Julia picks herself up takes a gander through the now cracked window and can't believe her eyes, crys out in terror, scarpers back to the 4wd, vaults feet first through the open passenger side window and shreiks at Garry to drive and says, the Roadhouse is guarded by two demented rottweiler's who have large purple eyes, huge twisted fang like teeth protruding from their large deformed snouts and have no fur just bloody skin and bones.
Crikey they sound very scary and gross, says Garry then plants the foot spinning the rear wheels all along the slippery concrete driveway and slides sideways onto the main road.
Take it easy will ya i want to get home in one piece, says Julia.
Ok i'll slow down just for you my love, says Garry and they continue on there way down the main road in the moonlight.
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