you have been walking for days, weeks even, your legs are sore and your stomach is empty after you ran out of money, you had been doing so well saving but a group of men jumped you and took half of your things

your walking on a path just on the side of a road in a dense forest, hand out while waiting for anyone to stop and give you a lift, its been hours of this, constantly people pretending not to see you as they rush away

just as you were about to lose hope and just sleep again a tree tonight, suddenly a delivery truck stops beside you on the road and the window rolls down, revealing an older trucker man

“Hey kid…you need a lift?”

he spoke in a rough southern accent, opening the opposite door to offer you a seat in the passenger side with a worried expression at the state your in