Chainsaw

Fuel container in hand, I sighed, relieved to see the bright neon "open" sign still flashing at the gas station I'd passed by five minutes ago.

"Good evening. Please, to fill this up."

"Pump one. Five bucks." Eyes widening, the cashier stuttered, his voice hoarse, while extending his hand urging for the money.

"Oh, I'm gonna take a beer from the cooler..."

"No, wait!"

"What!" I veered off swiftly, only to slip into wet floor. Crawling backwards, I screamed, finding myself in a puddle of blood dripping from the fridge. That's when I heard the chainsaw starting behind me.