Life Support
He was walking along a road. It was long, dry and deserted.
He was hoping desperately the road would end soon, so he could rest.
Suddenly, there was a rumbling. He spun around.
It was a truck. He signed with relief. If he could hitch a ride, the road would end faster.
He moved to the side of the road, and waved his hands to attract the driver's attention.
He was seen.
The truck sped up, driving towards him. Then he saw it had no driver. It was coming for him. He ran.
But it was too fast. He ran off the road, down a steep grassy slope. The truck followed him down there, and it ended in a big firey mess.
He was walking along the road. He looked down the side, to an old wrecked truck. He walked faster.
He heard a rumbling, far off - closer, and it was a truck.
No, not a truck, he thought, a monster in the shape of a truck.
He rain. Maybe, he could get to a petrol staion, and the moster would stop to eat.
Ahead, a little box, a little man behind it.
"Hello, sir, do you want some fuel?" Such a strange question, but he nodded, grabbed some tanks of petrol and ran off without paying.
The tanks were heavy. The truck was catching up, the little man running after him.
The truck got there first, and he held up the tanks like a shield.
It ran him over, and everything exploded.
He was walking alond the road, a dead truck monster and man behing him, long dead. He was very thirsty. End, road, he commanded. It didn't.
He decided this was a dream. The truck would chase him over and over till he woke up.
Or until he didn't.
He heard a rumbling.
The truck.
He sat down, in the middle of the road. If this was a dream, there was no use fighting the truck monster.
It sped up. He sat there, though his legs urged him to run.
It got to him. It stopped, and the door opened.
He got in, into the truck with no driver.
It had one now.
He drove it, and in a few minutes, he saw a city in the distance.
The road would end.
The road was ending.
The dream must end.
Very close. He slowed down, now a little scared.
The truck stopped. Ran out of fuel.
He got out and ran, he was so close, so very close.
And then he stopped, with the first building an arm's length away.
He crumbled to the ground.
They had cut the life support.