By Jesse Lex Rte. By Jesse Lex Darkness spans the sky.
Stars gleam in the heavens.
27 stretches across the empty plains. A lone figure, of average height and build, walks along the side of the highway with a slow deliberate pace. He wears blue jeans, black army boots, and a red tee shirt with a light jacket over it while a backpack containing his meager possessions is strapped to his back. Strands of his long dyed black hair drops in front of his brown eyes every once in a while, but he pushes it aside with his oddly colored hands. From behind, the sound of a far off motor rumbles.