Colin ran up the road as the truck came to a complete stop. In the driver's seat was a man who could best be described as "Larry the Cable Guy but ginger".
"Hey there feller, what're you hollering for?" the driver asked as his blue eyes gleamed.
"Uh yeah, my car got wrecked, I was looking for a ride into town to call a tow truck!" Colin called out.
"Really? There ain'tthat much to crash into around these parts." the truck driver.
"Wellll...." Colin said as his Hotties bag gave him an idea, "... I kinda got wasted and drove off into the desert, smashed into a cactus."
The trucker nodded and let Colin inside.
They drove on through, going up a stretch of road branching away from the road strip that had stranded him there.
"Yah know, I drove a tow truck once." the driver said.
"Really?" Colin asked with fake interest.
"Yeah, best in the county, twelve years straight." the trucker replied.
The drive went on and on as they drove off down bare stretches of road before stopping by an old wooden sign.
"Well, here's yer stop! Good luck with your car!" the trucker called as he drove off.
Colin got a good look around, reading the sign that said "Welcome of Cherrystone". This place looked deserted... were was everyone?