It was terrible. I was told not to drink and drive, but that night, I did. I learned my lesson the hard way. I hit a man who was crossing the street because I was too drunk to drive. Scared from fear of being jailed, I looked around. Seeing no one in sight, I instinctively put the dead body into the trunk of my car.

On my way home, while thinking on what would I do to the body, I have to go through police road checks. The shiver was back but I keep acting cool. The accident already made me sober, but the police insist that I should open the trunk for them to check.

I was terrified. I got goosebumps. My heart beat faster than ever.

I was ready to confess that it was a complete accident. Surprisingly, they told me to move on. I was confused. But, seeing I don't have reasons to ask why they let me go, I moved on.

When I reach home, the first thing I do is checking the dead body in the trunk of my car and planning to bury it somewhere in my backyard. I opened my trunk, and I saw the dead body of the man I hit earlier inside.

Something got me thinking, "I'm pretty sure I only hit one man, but then, why is there another dead body, a woman, inside my trunk?".

That's when I heard police siren blaring from a far, sounds like they're getting closer to my house.