July 5th, 1999. 2,000Mi to the border. You are one of the many teens trying to escape the country, with crooked police, rising political tension, and the black brigade on the rise again you decided you can't take it anymore. After hotwiring a car you left you're home behind, you picked up a hitchHiker on the way, Alex. "So, where you going home slice?" He'd ask from the passenger seat, coding a new game on his laptop. "You can drop me off at the next gas station by the way."