"Get the hell out of my truck!" the burly man yelled at Will.
"Okay, okay!" he yelled back, then opened the passenger-side door and jumped out.
The truck sped off down the road, leaving Will totally alone. And after looking around at his surroundings, he saw that he was definitely alone. There was nothing but farmland and forests everywhere he looked.
He closed his robe, feeling the chill in the air. When he was woken up by his house alarm, he didn't intend on leaving the house. So all he was dressed in was his boxer shorts, robe, and slippers. Definitely not outdoor clothing.
He looked around again, trying to get his bearings, but he didn't recognize where he was. Everything was just too nondescript.
He saw a car approaching and nearly at the last second, he decided to stick out his thumb. He had never hitchhiked in his life, but he really needed a ride.
It was no surprise, though, that the car passed him and kept driving. Who would pick up someone wearing a robe ... especially someone in the middle of nowhere?
Seeing as he had no choice, he started walking in the direction that the truck and the car were headed in. And after about five minutes of walking, he saw a sign saying that this road was State Route 56. It was a road that went straight into town, so he wasn't quite as lost as he thought.
And after a few more minutes, he happened onto a couple of houses that lined the road. Thinking that he could get help from someone who lived there, he approached one of the houses. Maybe he could call his wife and tell her he was okay. Julie was probably really worried.
