George was parked off the side of the road. To say that he was waiting for someone to just speed by was an understatement. The location was a spot where racers reportedly liked to speed through. Problem was, it was an extremely slow day - the road had been empty for hours.
George checked the address for the umpteenth time. Was he at the wrong address? The radio had been silent, not even static. True, there were dead spots, but it was eerie. Not even his cell phone worked.
He got out his packed lunch, and started to eat it.
That was when heard heard a strange pounding sound. It reminded him of the night of the Invasion. He still got nightmares over what had happened.
He turned his car on, ready to move, just in case.
