Lyptic

The Ride

Killian tried to convince himself that it was okay, or going to be. He trusted Bear. However, he 

had a nagging feeling that this would take a turn. Bear gave him a small bag with a few food 

items. Nothing that stood out. A small knife and a can opener. "You are going to have to give me 

your other weapons." Bear said.

"No" Killian shot at Bear. He wasn't willing to give up his knives. "You have to know I would 

never put someone in danger". Killian cocked his head in disbelief. "You are fucking kidding, 

right? He said bluntly. Bear smirked, "I'm confident this will work" "I don't want this to take a 

turn.

Killian rolled his eyes. This was a lot to take in and just put himself out there for something he 

didn't fully understand. Although he felt he could trust Bear, something still felt off. Nausea 

started to set in. He climbed in the old truck and stared off into the woods as they drove down 

the worn path.

"Okay, so I will drop you 30 miles due east of here. There is a convoy 50 miles Southeast of that, 

travel half way. You will know when to stop." The nausea surged in Killian, as Bear finished 

talking. The cool autumn air soaked through the vents. The smell was calming. The feeling of 

what used to be tossed about as the old truck rolled onto the pavement.

The truck groaned loudly, resonating through the silence that fell on them as they drove down 

the desolate road. The drive wasn't long enough, Killian thought to himself. "We have someone 

on the inside of this convoy. I can't guarantee that you won't be roughed up. It has to be 

believable." Bear said glancing over at Killian. The large man sat slumped in the seat. The man 

looked cramped in this small pickup. Doubts started for Bear. He forced them away. This has to 

work was the only thought he would accept.

The gears disrupted the unknown ahead of Killian. Coming to a stop by a small field. The rusted 

worn For Sale sign still stood. "Breath taking views" faded at the bottom. It was, thought Killian 

as he scanned the vacant space. Untouched prior to the fall and more so over grown now. Still a 

great location for a starter home.

The "could have been" taken from the "land of the free". Free from what?, thought Killian. Not 

greed, or control he smirked. " About 30 mins out", chirped across the CB radio dawned on the 

worn down dash of the old truck. Killian didn't know the ins and outs of how they got their 

information. Even how the communication flowed without interference.

The door groaned as he opened it stepping out into the tall grass. Bear following rounding the 

side of the truck. "Maybe wonder into the woods". Bear pointing passed the overgrown 

clearance. Killian following the arm outstretched looked off in the direction in which he pointed.