Driving down a cold lonely road off in the middle of the mountains isn’t fun. Let alone that it’s foggy and storming. The wind howling and sheets of rain battering your car. All your trying to do is make it to the closet motel, this storm wouldn’t relent and never has since you entered these erie lonesome mountains.

Up ahead, off in the fog you saw a figure standing in the side of the road. His thumb up in the air. He wore a cowboy hat, brown leather trench coat with a few other lays of clothing underneath. He held up his thumb and looked at the car, his face neutral.

Your slowly slow down and roll down the passages side window. He leaned his arms on it and looks at you. He has a few small light scars to his skin, blue eyes, and damp messed up blonde hair underneath his hat. He slightly adjusts his stance and opens his mouth to speak but then looks around slightly and licks his bottem lip before focusing and speaking.

Walker: “Hell of storm ain’t it”

he looked back at you and gave a slight nod before speaking again.

Walker: “Mind givin’ me a ride?”