Roadkill - Statement 0121018
Statement of Lincoln Bolton regarding a car incident he took the life of an apparently unknown thing. Original statement given October 18th, 2012. Statement recorded by the Magnus Institute, London, directly from subject. Transcribed on October 24th, 2022.
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[Statement Begins.]
You have to understand, I’m a good driver. Hell, the past few years I’ve been working as a delivery driver for this local pizza place, King’s Pizza, and as far as the other guys I worked with, I’d say I’m the best one. Sometimes when I’m driving I’d think about being one of those Formula One drivers, but it’s never made me hit anything before, let alone a human being. At least I think it was human.
Firstly what’s important to know is that as my job as a delivery driver, I have to drive pretty much anywhere at any time for the lazy people who don’t want to leave their homes especially at night. Usually, we’d get an order from the phone telling us when and where our customer is usually with some sort of simple note attached. I thought it was odd this last delivery had a note saying only saying, “Lincoln Bolton.” It unnerved me a tad initially but decided it was probably one of my friends playing a prank on me and wanting to make sure I follow up this specific order.
It had been pouring and thundering all day, the cliché of “On a dark and stormy night” and all kinda stuff. I set out for the address, 5 School Lane London if I remember, I don’t know how I remember, but I guess the mind has a way to attach to familiarity when things go wrong? Anyway, on the drive I had been going down these strange roads I’ve never seen before, a winding downhill road, no cars had passed me for what should have been a few minutes, but it felt so much longer somehow, not only that, but I couldn’t see any city lights in the distance, not even the stars.
I was getting impatient with the darkness and had the thought of increasing the speed just for a little while partly so I could break from whatever place I was in but also a slight hint of F-1 daydreams. As I pushed down the gas, I saw a flash of movement in the road and a hard crack under my wheels. Horrified, flashes of animal guts and carcasses flew into my mind, I hadn’t even thought that I must have hit a person before I stepped out of my vehicle.
The rain was at work washing away the mess, but I smelled that irony scent instantly. Blood covered the front end of my car as well as the wheels, a trail of that fresh blood trailed behind my car to a horribly twisted and mangled…thing. I knew instantly that whatever thing I hit must have been a person because of the wet bits of clothing hanging off of what should be arms and a torso. Panic set into me, this thing could not be alive, had I killed someone?
I won’t be afraid to admit that at that moment tears shed down my cheeks along with the rain. As I came to terms with the fact that I had to attempt to hide this mess, maybe I could say I hit a deer or larger animal, but then I heard it. A cracking sound came from the heap of flesh, and I realized it was clawing at the ground trying to move, it was muttering something.
Morbid curiosity caused me to approach where it then screamed at me. YOU HIT ME, YOU HIT ME it screamed with an impossibly raspy voice, YOU HIT ME, I NEED A HOSPITAL. I was stunned but horrified, by whatever impulse that took over me, I understood that I had wronged it and I must do what I can to help. There was no way a human being would survive that impact, but someone, that thought made me more prone to grab at it and pick it up, it felt like trying to hold up a bulging trash bag on the verge of splitting open releasing its foul innards to the world. I was covered in blood as well as my backseat.
It screamed at me the entire drive to the hospital where I let the doctors handle it. I ended up getting fired from my job for wrecking a company car, they didn’t know what to do with the thing I had hit. All I found out was that the doctors told me that whatever thing I brought them, died the moment I picked it up. I don’t know what I hit, but I know in my gut that it wasn’t human, at least not all of it.
[Statement ends.]