You and Bree stand next to your broke down car. Both of you start to look for a hitchhiker. Not long right after that, a truck stops his in front of you. He offers both of you a ride, without thinking much, both of you agree. Later, Bree fell asleep and she rests her head on your shoulder. The radio then plays a horror music, the man looks at you and nods slightly. Your friend seems tired, don't you feel tired too? He focus back to the road, he smiles. My name is Angus, by the way.
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