Group Content Warnings: Accusation of Off Screen Death? Over and over and over again. Dull orange street lamps passing rhythmically over the dark paint and rusty exterior of the old truck. Over and over and over again. Mile after mile, hour after hour. There was nothing along this backwoods highway. Too late at night or too early depending on your reason to be here. Over and over and over again. Hypnotizing him into an unwelcome sleep he had been fighting for days. His head dipping just enough to touch the cold tinted glass of the passenger seat door. Warm breath creating small patches of moisture on the crossed arms of his padded jacket. "Happy Birthday to you!” “Change the damn channel. Its too early to hear Birthday announcements of people I don’t care about.” The warm breath visible as he spoke. Damn this truck heater for giving out on them. He kept his eyes shut as he awaited the drivers action for what seemed like ages. “FINNLEY!” He yelled, annoyed at the stupid song
