Kyle put the car in gear and trailed him.

“You really think we should follow him?” I asked.

“I don’t think we really have any other choice.”

“I’m sure there are signs.”

Kyle just shook his head and followed Don’s truck onto a darkened side road that looked to run perpendicular to the freeway.

“We could go back to the truck stop and ask someone,” I suggested.

Kyle just shook his head.

Our headlights illuminated the back of Don’s truck as our mini-convoy picked up speed and that horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach from the parking lot returned.

We had been following Don’s big rig for miles now and the road had long ago winded away from the freeway, but Kyle didn’t seem the least bit concerned. We could now see nothing but endless road, endless night and the air inside our vehicle was filled with endless silence that I finally had to break.

“Are you really sure we should keep following him?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kyle replied quietly and I turned my attention back to the world of darkness.

Everything was as it had boringly been before my question except for a small change in the rear-view mirror.

Two round beams of light, approaching us swiftly from behind.

“Kyle…

The headlights behind us were getting closer and closer, now just about 20 yards behind us.

“I know.”

I was about to speak up some more, but my thoughts were dashed by the sounds of squealing brakes that cut through the air and a helpless skidding feeling. I screamed as the back of Don’s semi rushed towards the windshield and closed my eyes with my arms stretched out helplessly in front of me.

We were stopped when I opened my eyes again.