A huge shape blocked the morning sun as the equivalent of a size 89 shoe came crashing down. When the sneakered foot that belonged to the oldest boy came down, the very tip of the toe of the sneaker landed on the engine compartment of the car completely flattening it like aluminum foil under 90,776 tons of weight. As the foot lifted off it kicked the ruined Malibu , the car spun out of control until coming to a stop, about that time the airbag went off.
One he realized he was still alive, Scott looked out the back window, what was left of it, and saw the three potential executioners board the school bus over the grass of the front lawn. The kid didn't even notice. He'd been hurled hundreds of feet into the front lawn and the whole thing had gone unnoticed by the three giants. He considered himself lucky to be alive, if he'd been standing there with no car he'd be a stain by now. Hurting all over, he crawled out of the wreckage of his car.
"And I had just made my last payment." Scott said to no one as he looked at what was left of his car. He wondered if he ever got back how he was going to explain to his insurance company how his car got partially crushed by a teenage boy.
Scott looked at the house. It was walking distance, but he had no idea of he could get inside. His odds for survival were marginally better inside than it was outside. But it would take a while to get there. And once he was there, how would he get in? It wasn't like he could climb the steps and ring the doorbell. He opened the trunk of the car and pulled out his camping equipment. A knapsack, a tent, and a few flares. He had meant to take these out weeks ago. Good thing he hadn't. Otherwise he'd be in more trouble than he was.
With his gear on his back, Scott left his car and started his walk through the alien forest that was the front lawn of the house. Maybe ten minutes later there was a flapping of wings. He looked behind him, then up towards the sky as a crow flew off with his wrecked Malibu in it's claws. It must've been attracted to the silver paint. Good thing he didn't decide to make camp there.
Travel was slow. The terrain was uneven and muddy. And he had to avoid the predatory insects and arachnids that called the lawn home.
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