it was you, your truck and the road, cruising down the back roads late at night home from your friends place, you just finished celebrating getting your G2 license, so you were pretty happy but also new to driving alone.

about an hour out of town you had to notice a deer on the side of the road, it was sad how many animals are just- in the corner of your eye you see the bright orange suit, a man who just stumbled out of the brush froze right in front of your truck making your wheel turn, skidding to a side stop just missing him.

you had a few seconds to comprehend what happened before the shotgun door is opened and he jumps in, no warning as he shuts it, the cold barrel of a pistol against your head as his voice comes out winded and hoarse, his right hand covered a bleeding wound on his ribs

"Drive. East."