The Biker and The HitchHikker

[lunawolfsoul]

Lucy sat at a gas stop after walking for MILES from where she was last at, Seeing a girl like Lucy, there was no hiding that she was homeless and been on the road for sometimes. She was alone and only had a few things on her to get by at that, but it's not what it seems she was trying to get home after leaving her ex Boyfriend who made her move away from her family and live with him. He wasn't the sweetest guy around and it took her so long to see what kinda of guy he was but sadly it was kinda too late. She had no money to get where she was going and she got by with so much already, She was sacred because really anyone can just easily hurt her on this journey she was on or worse kill her. Lucy lets out a sigh before pulling out her phone to see what time was. She been sitting here for some time in hopes someone would give her a ride to the near town but sadly nearly every time some came by for gas they said no to her.

Lucy places her phone back in her beg before sitting back against the building's wall as she waits for anyone to come by, the next town would take her all down seeing as she was kinda out in the middle of nowhere and this gas station didn't seem like it got a whole lot of people stopping by.

 

[wolvenrogue]

Zeke was a big man, not fat , just big , when he stepped in a doorway he blocked it completely. His size was such that most folks were intimidated by his approach before he even spoke a word. While this was often convenient when on the road as a biker or long haul trucker which was his usual line of work when he needed money, it really didn't match well with his personality most of the time. Zeke was a quiet man, and mostly kept to himself and so found no need to ride along with a gang, but because of his size he felt perfectly safe hanging out with other bikers or truckers and had no fear of them, though he did know how dangerous they could be and knew well enough to be wary.

On this trip he was headed west on US 40. He preferred the historic road for lighter traffic and the fact that it was dotted with little towns across the midwest and central plains and so made for a more interesting and pleasant ride with much better scenery. For Zeke, he saw enough of the interstates driving truck. He had just entered Kansas about a hundred miles back and opening the gas cap on his Hardtail Sportster, he realized it needed a long drink before heading into the open plains where it could be over 100 miles between any sight of anything other than wheat or Cattle. So 20 miles outside the tiny town of Tescott, he pulled into the local gas station to fill his tank. As he sat on the parked bike pumping gas he noticed the small figure of a young woman slumped against the dusty wall of the station looking ragged and forlorn. She had the look of a hitchhiker that had gotten far off the beaten path and was now marooned. He had met plenty of them over the years, but this far out very few were young women. Her sundress appeared to have been white or yellow at one time, but now it showed the grime of having been on the road for some time And the fact that she wore a back pack labelled her clearly for what she was , stranded alone, and tired.

Zeke knew this was an unsafe situation for her and so after he paid for his gas, he bought two cups of coffee and approached the girl . "You shouldn't be out here alone you know. Where are you headed? I only have the cycle, but if you are headed west, I'm on my way to California." He handed her the cup of hot coffee and a package of cream and sugar.