Hear The Clouds Roar

Prologue

Damnit.

I do not have time for this at all.

Not only Do I not know where I am. I am officially fucked.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

As I slam my hands against the steering wheel of my Chevy truck while the lights flicker off.

Not sure what the hell happened, but here I am.

Stuck in the mud, literally.

One moment my truck was cruising down this old town highway in the pitch black and the next I was skidding off the road into nowhere.

I open my door and climb out to look at the damage.

Blown tire, fucked up fender, and my bumper is hanging on barely.

Glancing around I don't see much of anything.

Pulling out my phone I realize I don't have service either. Just great.

I start gathering the tools needed to change my tire and hopefully get back on the road until I find a shop that can fix my truck.

As I'm changing my tire I see headlights and as I am about to stand up to acknowledge the person hopefully willing to help me I slam my head into the wheel well.

As I begin to fall backwards I am caught.

Hey man. I'm Tyson I live right up the road. You alright.

Yeah I'm fine other than this.

We both look at my truck and realize the damage is worse than I thought. Literally no point in changing the tire because I still wouldn't be going anywhere.

Look we don't have hotels here, but I'll give you a lift for the night and we can figure it out in the morning.

I appreciate the offer, but I'm not sure.

Look... ummm.

Oh right I'm retired Sgt. Lyle Harrison sorry man.

If I don't offer and drag you back with me my girl and her sister will rip me a new one. So do us both a favor and grab your necessities so we can get going.

You're right. I can't stay here. Thanks Logan I appreciate it.

No problem. Welcome to our town named Hope.