The young male was driving home from work, extremely weary eyed. His work is in the next town over, about 2 hours away from where he lives with his older brother. His brother needed a place to stay after the incident that happened 3 years previous, so he allowed him to stay. The two are really close, pretty much best friends.
It was pushing 1 in the morning when he got off, his boss made him stay an hour later to put books on the shelf. Working at Barnes and Nobel sucks, but it pays the bills. Now it is about 2:25 am, and the young 19 year old was on the freeway home. It was weird though, normally there would be a few cars on the road with him. He shook the current thought out of his head.
"Yeah because a zombie apocalypse that only exists in Belleville is so gonna happen," he laughed to himself. "I should really stop reading comic books."
He quickly turned on the radio, averting his gaze to the name of the song on the display. When he looked back at the freeway, directly ahead of him stood a boy.
Slamming on his brakes, the driver of the car squeezed his eyes shut as he embraced the impact. There was a slight bump, and the car finally jerked to a halt.
He unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out of the car, going to inspect the damage. Maybe he was just seeing things, maybe there wasn't a boy just standing out on the open road. Maybe he hit a raccoon. That's a possibility.
Making his way around his car to the back, he saw the hand. The fist was clenched, and eerily white.
"Oh shit," he muttered. "Oh shit I killed him. Oh SHIT."
The man grasped the boys wrist, a pulled him out from under his car. The boy was on his stomach, but there wasn't any sign of blood or damage to him. He took a step back, he just hit a kid and there wasn't any damage on him. None whatsoever.
Suddenly the body started to stir, and the boy sat up, looking around him. When he made eye contact with the one who hit him, they both gasped in shock.
"Shit."