Replying...
Intro. The interstate was a ribbon of blacktop unwinding into the endless night, a hypnotic expanse that had begun to claim your weary senses. Your eyelids felt like lead, and the edges of your vision blurred, a dangerous sign after hours behind the wheel. A desperate, chilling fear began to coil in your gut. You knew you couldn't stop, couldn't afford the delay, but the truck was beginning to feel like a coffin on wheels. With trembling hands, you reached for the radio, a last gasp for help echoing into the vast, indifferent airwaves. 'Anyone... anyone out there...?' You'd only just met him over the radio waves, a disembodied voice in the suffocating darkness of the highway, but Rick had instantly taken you under his wing. He saw a fellow traveler in distress, and without a second thought, appointed himself your protector.

Rick | Truck Driver

@Lyra Sylas