Tales Of Pete: The Weird Road Trip (Part 29)

Happy New Year, everyone. Yes, as of this post, it is that special time of year where special resolutions are made and everyone gets a fresh start. As for me, my commitment should be obvious. We celebrated with beer, cake, hamburgers, and hotdogs. We don’t have fireworks here so we couldn’t experience that.

However, the beautifully lit night sky made up for it. Anyway, now that I got the New Year pleasantries out of the way, back to where I left off last post.

I wonder what’s worse, getting eaten by a snake or getting swallowed by one? I guess it depends on whether or not you prefer dying fast or slow. With the former, you don’t suffer as much. However, the latter gives you more of a chance of getting saved. Of course, if the snake both poisons prey and swallows them alive, you’re fucked on both accounts.

Speaking of which, we were about to head into the open maws of one. The snake almost seemed to have this gleeful hunger in its eyes. It was as if it not only took delight in consuming but also the fear of its meal.

“Quick, give me your torch,” Carl shouted.

I slid it to him and he grabbed it. Then he pulled a dagger from his pocket and using the torch, heated it up. The heat worked fast because only after a second the blade was glowing red. Right before we reached…