As his goal was to reach Thunder Bay by sundown, Jonny knew that he would have a tough time making it by then, especially if he was walking in this heat. He decided to wait it out and hitchhike and see if his luck would continue to ride, so he continued to relax. As he lay down in the grass, he thought he'd just rest his eyes for a bit.
Jonny awoke to a loud screeching noise. He looked for the source and saw a large 18 wheel Feedrite truck start to topple over onto its side as it plowed into the ditch on the other side of the highway. As if still in a dream, he could see it all happen in slow motion. He started to turn his head and look around to see if anyone else was catching wind of this strange sight, but no one was around. "What the hell?" he said in shock.
The large truck was fully flipped onto its side and murky oil was gushing out from the inside of the running engine onto the torn up grass below. The 18 wheels were all still spinning violently. There was no sign of the driver, at least from what Jonny could tell from his vantage point. He pondered whether or not he should make a move toward the possibly dangerous vehicle, so he surveyed the scene closely to look for any signs of sparks or fire. As smoke billowed from the underbelly of the engine, he rounded the front of the truck and saw the driver of the vehicle in a daze and pawing at his seatbelt.
Second guessing himself, Jonny decided it was too dangerous to even try. "Luckily the driver didn't see me," he mumbled to himself as he picked up his belongings off the ground and started to head eastward down the highway to Thunder Bay. Minutes later he heard a loud bang, stopped for a moment as his mind wrestled with turmoil, and then slowly started walking again.
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