It is almost 2 in the morning, and the rumble of the truck's engine is still powering along,

piercing the silence along the dark roads.

Only the yellow flickering lights along the highway remind you that you're still on the road.

Nothing can be seen around you.

Nothing can be seen behind you. And the limits of the headlights are all you can see in front of you as a road turns to the right once again.

The radio appears to have stopped working. The static can find a few words here and there

is about special orders and phone number to a service you don't care about.

It's here when you decide to shut down the radio

and instead of concentrate on simply getting through the pass.

That's when you realize that off into the distance,

a distinct figure can be seen standing on the side of the road.

You had not passed by any other cars or trucks.

And the nearest thing that resembled a house must have been about half an hour behind you now.

California typically isn't that cold, that late at night.

But during this time of the year, near the end of the summer,

temperature would drop more than normal, especially around these areas.

You begin to slow down, knowing that the load of the truck behind you will make stopping a bit more difficult.

As you get closer, you begin to see the silhouette move from the side of the road toward

the middle of it.

It appears to be glowing against her headlights.

It wobbles and crafters down.

What type of animal you think to yourself?

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