You don’t say a word, just sit there looking front, as he starts up the truck and starts to pull out of the parking lot. You just stare at the side mirror as Soft glow of the lights from Club Vore fade into the distance.
It’s about ten minutes of dark back roads. Every now and again you’ll pass a house, no street lights though. It’s hard for you to keep your baring with all the turns, eventually coming to a seemingly dead end street. One very dim street light illuminates a small paved area used to turn around. As Hank is turning the truck, you catch a glimpse of the other districts in the distance. Just within view there is deserts, large trees, vast lakes and wetlands decorating the sprawling landscape. You’ve seen the other districts on tv and studied them in geography class but is a whole’ other experience to see them in person. Just as they fade back out of view the truck comes to a stop and Hank grinds the shifter into park.
“Welp, we’re here” he quips. Hank opens his door and slides off the bench seat and into the night. He makes his way around the front of the truck to your door and opens it for you.
“Well?…you gonna get out? I got something you might wanna see.”
He grabs you by the hand and leads you out of the truck. His hands are a bit callous and strong. No doubt from the work he must do. Your lead over to the guard rail over looking the valley.
