You continue driving, eyeing the gas meter nervously.
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You take a deep breath, and continue along the road. The wheels of your Cadillac stir up dust behind you, and it rouses some strange, unidentifiable feeling inside of you. You brush it off, and look at the gas meter again. Still a little less than half. It's said that the entire trip. You're beginning to not trust anyone anymore. Especially Dave, that shithead. You lean your head against your arm that's propped up on the window, and allow yourself to drift in your thoughts. It's not likely that you'll get into an accident, anyway. This is so fucked. Once you get to Agua Prieta, you are literally going to kick Dave's ass. That literal fuckhead. Does he think it's funny, getting your friend lost in the desert at night? What if you died, huh? What if-
You almost crash the car. You jump out of your skin, the fucking radio turned on and is broadcasting static at maximum volume. The fucking radio. You can't help but let out a frustrated groan, and bang your head against the steering wheel. You jump again when the horn of your Cadillac blares. Jesus christ, things really aren't looking up for you. You reach to turn the radio off, but your hand freezes when a deep, sonorous voice suddenly cuts through the static previously playing on full blast. Your heart catches in your throat.
"Close your eyes. Let my words wash over you. You are safe now. Welcome to Night Vale."
The voice is, well. Beautiful. Calming. It's so clear, like it's your own voice, like you're hearing it inside your own head. The words barely register, it's just, that voice-
You look up, and suddenly see the lights of a town. A city. You have no fucking clue. Maybe you're in Agua Prieta. Maybe you can finally kick Dave's ass.
You pass by a sign that you can barely read, your fucking shitty vision ruining your day again. You can read it, though.
Night Vale
EST 1745
POPULATION:
You don't catch the number besides population. It looks like it was whited out or painted over so many times that the person writing it just gave up. Wait, was that what the dude on the radio said? Night Vale? So you aren't in Agua Prieta. Damn it, you were really looking forward to kicking Dave's ass. Well, at least there should be cell reception here, and maybe someplace to stay for the night, and probably a gas station, and you let out a relieved sigh. You aren't going to starve in the desert, after all. You'll tell Dave that once you can get your hands on some cell service.
Your attention is brought back to the radio.
"The city council would not provide any reason for the removal, but did say that any work in Grove Park was making way for a new swing set, picnic area, and bloodstone circle, which we all can agree are good contributions to the community."
"Bloodstone circle?" Jesus christ, you really are tired. You try to stifle a yawn, and turn the radio off.
- Attempt to find a gas station, or something of the sort.
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