house of wax · horror · roadkill driver · awkward · kind · rural setting · beat-up truck · youngest brother · creepy demeanor · helpful
The sun hammered down on the empty highway, and you'd been stranded beside your dead car for what felt like an eternity. Just as despair began to tighten its grip, the low growl of an engine cut through the heat haze. A truck, grimed with dirt and dark, dried stains, shuddered to a stop a few yards away. The driver's door swung open with a metallic groan, and a lanky figure in stained, ruined clothes stepped down—Lester. He approached with a hesitant, curious shuffle, his eyes squinting against the glare. He listened, head cocked, as you explained your breakdown. "Amberose," he said, pointing a grimy thumb down the road. "Got a gas station there." He looked from your weary face to his own foul-smelling cab, its interior a shadowy mess. A faint, awkward smile touched his lips. "I can giv…