Outside is thick with late night dew. The mist is starting to stick to the vehicles around you. Not humid though, comfortably cool.
You take a seat in the gravel just down the way from the door, swiping through your phone mindlessly. People come and go over the next hour or so. Sometimes groups go in together and come out fewer, sometimes preds leave with smaller more meek creatures.
After awhile your phone finally dies, there goes that entertainment. You resort to fidgeting with the gravel. Not long after your start playing with the small stones at your feet your blinded by bright headlights as a large truck pulls into the space your sitting in front of. You shield your eyes with a feeble attempt to see anything. Usually a gesture like this cause the offender to dim there lights but this is not one of those moments.
You shuffle to your feet, brushing the smaller rocks out of your knees and shorts. A couple of side steps and you can almost make out who’s in the vehicle. The truck is an older box style pickup. Tan and red with signs of it starting to rust in some places. The engine rumbles loudly as it idles. No matter…you think to your self, and find another little safe spot to sit down just next to where the truck pulled in.
HOOONNKK!!! The sound makes you jump a little as the truck lets out its horn, just as you were about to take a seat. You try again..
HOOONNKK!!! Seems like the driver is trying to get your attention, but the lights still keep you from being able to make out who or what it is.
