spurt of thought, to be edited later.
And so it began in exactly that manner. Jules dragged charles halfway down the coast before they made a mad dash for the midwest. There was minimal in-depth conversation. There was no need to. Both understood this wild, undefinable lust to cover as much space as they possibly could. They were out for a kill, and the kill was some certain mile marker. It was as if a light switch had flipped on, both were in this insatiable mindframe ending only once a certain amount of land was covered. Recounting it afterwards, Jules would briefly wonder if the two of them were drugged, then dismiss it immediately thereafter due to the raw, passionate manner of the feeling that she was positive could not be chemically synthesized.