Why?
Jay and Tim are sitting on a lumpy, stained motel bed watching a low-budget movie on the staticky TV.
Both men were leaning against one another. Their hands intertwined.
Rain was pouring against the window and tapping on the roof. All is quiet.
Jay shifts.
"Hmm?" Tim hums.
"Hey, Tim," Jay began. "What do you want to do after all of this is over?"
"Dunno, honestly. Maybe drive around? Try to find somewhere to settle down."
"Hmm." Jay hums.
"What would you do if I were dead?" Jay asked.
No. Please. Don't think that. Don't remind me.
Jay's form slumps down on the bed. A bullet wound is visible. Blood drowns both of them.
Tim closed his eyes tightly.
Not again. Please.
Jay's corpse re-animates. His body was decaying; maggots were crawling in his empty sockets. His skin was a papery white.
Tim cradles the body in his arms.
"We're fine Jay. Everything's fine."
Tim, cradling the body in his arms, tucks both of them into the dirty bed. Tim slowly drifts off.
Before Tim falls asleep, there was something whispered into his ear.
'Liar'
