Heaven and Monsters

Prologue. Long road

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A tired man driving his truck on a long stretch road, seeing farm fields where the eye could see, bored as hell that wishes it would pop out and bites his head off. 

The driver leans his head onto the window. He yawns longer than he wanted, but quickly gags from the smell of the truck when he opened his mouth. He has dark brown hair, having a stubble beard and hair that covers his ears. With striking ruby red-colored eyes and freckled cheeks. This is Negan Vludd, he's 23 years old and he wants the strongest coffee to keep himself awake. He didn't sleep well for weeks by now and wants to sleep deeply into just any bed he can find. A comfy dirt pile wouldn't bother him. He's wearing a tattered and dirty white t-shirt, a black varsity jacket and ripped denim jeans on. He has odd bracelet charms on his left wrist and two old necklaces on. 

He's been by himself for nearly nine years now, and soon to be reaching ten years in the coming months. He is built like an athlete but he hates any team sport, and besides the appearance of him intimidating to people. Thinking he would rob them or attack them. Seeing the cloudless noon sky as the sun is beaming down the blue sky and the light reflects off the hood of the truck to nearly blinding Negan. The radio in the truck is playing half static and half music, picking up signals anywhere it likes.

"Just stop in the next town, grab some things to eat. Maybe learn a thing or two.." He sniffs his armpits, as the odor is bad enough to make his gags. And he smelled worse before but this takes the cake "and a good bath." He talks to himself to keep his sanity in check, he doesn't want to be in overwhelming boredom. Negan keeps rubbing his stubbled chin to help him think, as he starts hearing the AC starts to raddle again. 

"Need to find a better ride too. Maybe find a travel bus would be great... If I find enough pocket money in town. A van sounds better if I think of it, hopefully no one is bother by me taking one." He talks to himself to think out loud. He tries to multitask with the thinking and driving, but the static radio keeps fogging his mind. He couldn't turn it off as he needs to listen to the radio to think too. He tries to turn on the ac but it blows hot air at him instead, discovering the AC in this junk doesn't work.

"Yeah....Maybe grabbing a van would be better....They always have beds with them. I think.." He grumbles to himself again. The sweat he's making absorbs in his hairline which it's sorta cooling him off, but he's going to smell by this until he finds a clean water source. He feels the sun shines on his arm, making his arm to cook and almost giving him a sunburn. The windows of the truck are old, you need to crack the handle to lower the windows and yet they're a hassle to work with, the glass of the windows are dirty with hand marks and smudges. Having bird poop smeared across the upper corner and get covered by dust and dirt from days and days of driving. The windshield is cracked and the tires are worn out like it was on its last legs.

It's all in poor conditions rolled into one and he had to drive it. Glady he didn't buy it from some old farmer that doesn't know what time period he's in. But he rather stole the truck from the farmer that doesn't know what time period he's in. But he deserves it as he has been making random but yet very offensive statements that would not go well lightly for today's culture. That, he pointed a shotgun at him when he's trying to steal it.

Negan sees a hitchhiker in white and black clothes on the side of the road. Negan thought he could help the hitchhiker for money but he second-guesses himself for not doing it, but he couldn't handle his long and lonely boredom in the heat box of a truck. He honks the truck horn to catch the attention of the hitchhiker, hoping the hiker doesn't think Negan would be some crazy guy to lend a helping hand. He knows better, and he had the experience that happens to him. The hiker heard the horn and turns towards it and waved, Negan slowed his truck and stops aside by the driver. Negan takes a good look at the hiker and see's it's a young man, maybe a teen or a young adult but it's hard to identify, wearing a white hoodie and a black vest. The hitchhiker would not want to show his face
"Do you need a ride" Negan offered to the stranger after he cranks the window down.
The hiker nodded to his offer, quiet and keeping most of his face hidden. The hiker skin looked pale and a long red-lined scar by his mouth, with very dark brown hair, other features of his face are hidden by low hood.