The Close Call

The sun was setting on the desolate highway, casting long shadows across the dusty terrain. A lone figure stood by the side of the road, his thumb outstretched, hoping to catch a ride. He had been walking for hours, his feet aching and his stomach empty.

Just as he was about to give up hope, a car pulled up beside him. The driver was a middle-aged man with a weathered face and a cigarette hanging from his lips. "Where you headed?" he grunted.

"Anywhere," the hitchhiker replied, relieved. "I just need to get out of this heat."

The man nodded and opened the passenger door. As they drove off into the sunset, the hitchhiker couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. There was something off about the driver, something that made him nervous.

As they drove deeper into the desert, the hitchhiker began to notice strange objects littering the floor of the car. Tools, ropes, and a strange metal box with a padlock on it. He tried to ignore it, but his curiosity got the better of him.

"What's in the box?" he asked, pointing to the metal container.

The driver glared at him, his eyes filled with malice. "None of your damn business," he spat.

Suddenly, the hitchhiker realized his mistake. He was trapped in the middle of nowhere with a dangerous man and no way out. He had to think fast if he wanted to survive.

The car hurtled down the highway, the sound of the engine echoing in the hitchhiker's ears. He knew he had to act fast. With a sudden burst of strength, he lunged at the driver, grabbing the steering wheel and forcing the car off the road.

The car tumbled down the embankment, the metal box flying open and spilling its contents onto the ground. The hitchhiker stumbled out of the wreckage, his heart pounding in his chest. As he looked down at the box of organs, he knew he had narrowly escaped a fate worse than death.

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Story by : ChatSonic
Cover by : Dream AI