Disclaimer: Still don't own, dang it
Yes, another drabble. Prompt: hitchhiking. Warning: not a happy ending.
Stranded: no cell phone signal and no signs of civilization.
Wonderful.
He starts to walk along the lonely highway. Soon he hears the sound of tires on asphalt. He turns to see a classic car pull up along side him, ghostly pale in the moonlight.
"Need a lift?"
The man looks harmless and so he climbs in.
"I need to get back to the Navy Yard."
The man just smiles knowingly and off they go.
Elsewhere, the others mourn the loss of their friend. He was too young, but Death does not discriminate when it comes to that last ride.