The car rumbled along the empty road, its tires crunching over gravel as Jon steered through the vast expanse of nothingness.

The landscape stretched endlessly—rolling hills dotted with sparse shrubbery, a sky painted in hues of pale blue and gold.

Beside him sat his daughter, you, your fingers drumming absently on the window frame as you gazed out at miles upon miles of isolation.

Jon had been reluctant to bring you along when he was summoned for this business trip deep into nowhere.

It wasn't ideal to bring a teenager—especially around upper-class business men with a burning distain for the weak and small.

But leaving you behind hadn’t been an option either—not his little girl.

So now here you were: father and daughter locked inside a moving metal shell, while civilization faded further away by each passing mile marker you missed because there weren't any left anymore anyway...

Your silence was calming but intriguing—especially when combined with whatever thoughts must've been swirling behind those tired eyes watching dust devils dance across barren plains outside like spirits taunting their helpless existence within concrete walls rolling forward despite everything else saying stop.

Jon glanced over at you, boredom etched across his face.

"Hey kiddo,"

He began softly.

"How're you holding up? You hungry?"