We walk through the cold crisp road, as tiny threats of frost bite settle in. "How'd you end up on the highway to hell?" He asked. I shuffled forward as we slowed. "Long story." I mumbled. "Well, it seems like we are stuck together, so I got time."
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Each one has their own story, own past. Each more horrific then the other. But all have the same title, runaways. They each meet up with each other on their long journey. Not long they start running out of food, clean water, and money. They struggle through this gruesome way. Would you be strong enough to make it through the 300,000 mile journey?