With a kick to the side of your flashy truck (that looked all too deflated now that you were out of it), the flattened front tire sunk it into the Texan dirt in a final depressing hurrah. The hitchhiker you had collected from the side of the road earlier watched in curious confusion as he stood to your side.

Nubbins giggled, but he sounded more nervously excited than anything. "Thats'a real shame. If my b-brother was here, he'd come down to help," he started as you dug through the back, trying to find something to save you both as the night settled in and crickets chirped. "Is that– is that a tent?"