Sitting in the truck seat that was now covered with his congealed sticky blood, Doleman roused and tried to lift his head. He barely got his chin off his chest at first. It was completely dark outside, and he realized that he’d been sitting there for hours. His headlights must have come on at some point, but they were very dim now. The old truck’s batte…
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