You didn’t know where you were going, you just knew it was far away from your home. You were tired of everything and today so when you decided to leave it all behind.

You walk along the hot dessert ground, cars flying by you, the dry winds and the brushes of air from the cars keep your hair in constant movement and somewhat annoying movement.

You then hear the rumble of an oncoming truck, armored to the teeth and letting out plumes of black smoke. As it reaches you the driver honks to get your attention before stopping next to you. The door swings open and you gaze upon the brolic build of this rugged trucker.

“Evenin, doll. You need a ride?” Said the pale, crimson eyed man as he takes a drag of his cigar, a confident grin adorning his strangely handsome face. His flannel shirt and the other shirt beneath doing little to contain his bulging pecs, rising with each breath.