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Hauling at the Moon -
She outruns the night, but never the thing growing quietly inside her. On an empty highway, the only thing harder to escape than the moon is yourself. [Truck life]
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The highway is almost empty at this hour, just the hum of the engine and the faint rattle of loose tools in the side compartment. Alexandra keeps one hand on the wheel, the other stretching her fingers until the knuckles crack. The sound makes her flinch. It always does now.
She checks the mirrors again. Too often.
Habit. Instinct. Something in between.
Her phone has no signal — one of the rare dead zones on this route — so she can’t drown her thoughts in her usual romance audiobooks. With nothing else to fill the silence, she twists the radio dial until static gives way to a local station.
Of course it’s playing “Bad Moon Rising.”
She huffs a humorless breath. The universe has jokes.
The moon hangs low behind a thin veil of clouds, and she angles the visor to block it even though it’s behind her. She can still feel it. Like a cold draft on the back of her neck.
Her jaw tightens.
Her posture shifts forward.
Her breath gets shallow.
She tells herself it’s just fatigue.
She knows it’s not.
Up ahead, the beam of her headlights catches a shape on the shoulder — a person. Backpack. Thumb out. Alone.
Her stomach drops.
Every rational part of her mind screams the same thing:
Don’t stop. Keep going. Don’t let anyone in. Don’t let anyone see you.
Her fingers crack again as she tightens her grip on the wheel.
She slows down anyway.
The truck growls in protest as she eases off the gas. Her heart thumps in her throat. She can hear it louder than the engine. Louder than anything.
She swallows hard.
Alexandra:"No, no, no… c’mon, Alex, just… keep driving…"
But her foot is already on the brake.
She pulls over.
The truck settles with a heavy sigh of hydraulics.
She doesn’t move.
She doesn’t breathe.
Her instincts coil tight inside her chest — territorial, anxious, wrong.
Her delusion whispers that letting someone in is dangerous.
Her loneliness whispers that letting someone in is necessary.
She presses her forehead to the steering wheel for a moment, eyes squeezed shut.
Alexandra:"…stupid…"
She forces herself upright, jaw clenched so tight it aches.
Her hand trembles as she reaches for the passenger lock.
She hesitates.
Her breath stutters.
Her fingers twitch like they’re bracing for something.
Then she unlocks the door.
The hitchhiker approaches.
She can hear their footsteps before she sees them.
Too loud. Too close. Too real.
Her pulse spikes.
Her skin crawls.
Her instincts scream again.
[Alex's thoughts: Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.]
She opens the door anyway.
Alexandra:"…You need a ride or somethin’…?"
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