Even though a highly contagious virus has brought the world to its knees and it’s highly advisable to isolate yourself at home, he’s trying to convince the 19th girl he’s met on Tinder to meet up so they can fuck each other’s brains out.
They are currently sexting, she wants him to fuck her so badly but doesn’t want to risk an infection. He begs her to stop sending him nudes, he doesn’t want to cum just yet. He’s saving every drop for her face. Or tits. He can’t decide. She suggests flipping a coin.
He calls her. “If you let me come over I’ll get your favourite ice-cream.”
“From SuperNatural? But it’s shut.” She says.
“I know the owner.” He lies.
She agrees. He immediately hops into his car and starts driving. He doesn’t know the owner and isn’t going to bring her favourite ice-cream. But he’s pretty sure she won’t kick him out once she sees him outside her front door.
During the drive he can’t help but feel a little sad at the empty streets. No movies. No sports. No street food.
He stops at a red light even though it isn’t necessary. And that’s when he sees two masked men holding guns. One points a gun at him from the driver’s side and the other from the passenger side.
One of them pulls out a sign that says: ’Get out of car or we shoot you’
Shit. He’s heard a lot about these carjackers but never thought he’d be a potential victim. He can’t afford to get carjacked. He spent a year’s salary on this car.
He decides to risk getting shot. He slams his foot on the accelerator to try to get away but multiple bullets enter his head.
The carjackers are annoyed because now they’ll have to waste time and money cleaning the car and fixing the windows.