Choose Your Own Nuthouse
“How did you know where I was going?”
“Well, there is nothing else out this way so I was hoping that you were heading my way.”
“Well, I don’t see how it can be dangerous to give you a ride,” You say while surveying his person. The man was indeed a man, you know this because he is not wearing pants. This disturbs you a little but it’s something you can work with. Damn. He’s a boy horse. “So do you need to some space for your pack?”
“Not a whole lot, it’s just a few of my most special belongings,” he says as he holds up the pack.
You look at the pack trying to figure out exactly how much room he will. The pack is partially open and in it you can see the heads of three campers, some snack food, a very large knife with the name “Louis” carved into it, his pants, and a survival book made by him, you think from the skin of the campers; at least it’s written in their blood.
“Well, it doesn’t look like you need that much room in the trunk.”
“Awww... Thanks man, I have been out here too long,” he says while petting Louis.
You pop the trunk and are about to put the bag in when you see the 12 gauge shotgun loaded and ready for action.<>