David's car flew down the highway, the pitch blackness outside making the night a monotonous one. He had gone on auto-pilot hours ago, his only aim was to put miles behind him. He was at mile marker 318 but didn't know or care what state he was in. The only clues to his whereabouts was the heavy scent of pine in the air, the trees were deeper patches of blackness against the night.
The sun was just making a showing on the horizon when David came out of his half trance, noticing his gas light was flashing. David's camero started to stutter and heave. Growling in frustration David pulled off the narrow mountain pass and turned off his car. Fishing his cell phone out of his jacket pocket he glanced at the screen and snapped it closed when it said there was no service. Looking around all David could see were the towering trees above him and a patch of sky high above. The rough asphalt road curved away in either direction, the paint faded and worn. He could hear birds in the trees and the air was pure, like the air in his memories.
David leaned against his car and took another deep breath and exhaled slowly. He hoped that another car would come along, but he didn't hope very hard, he had not passed many people on this old highway; most people preferred to take the interstate.
Shrugging, David started to walk down the highway, hands in the pockets of his jacket, not so much in a hurry anymore. At the moment he was hard pressed to care if he ever got to where he was going. Drawing another deep breath he started to whistle as he walked down the road.
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