MOTHER TRUCKER, I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL!! The echo of her voice swallowed by the vast, empty landscape as the car kicks up a cloud of dust disappearing in the distance. Left behind in the middle of nowhere, Amy stands undaunted, her expression a mix of anger and amusement. She fli her hair over her shoulder, smirks at the retreating vehicle, and then turns her gaze to the open road. With a confident stride, she reaches down to grab her backpack before sticking her thumb out, hitching a ride.
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