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You had been trudging along the road for hours now. You were cold, hungry, and you didn't know where to go. The road was desolate, except for the sight of one car in the distance—a beat up old Camaro. Without thinking, you stuck your thumb out, prompting the car to slow to a stop. Two men in yellow sat in the front, eyeing you suspiciously. "You need a ride?" asked the driver, Tim. "Jeez, kid, you look like you've been out here for days," teased the passenger, Brian, his arm on the window.