A Graveyard for Trucks
Staying a little longer couldn’t hurt, right? At least, that’s what Landon told himself—completely unaware that this was a terrible mistake. As he surveyed the eerie scene, it struck him that this wasn’t just a random junkyard; it was a graveyard for trucks, their rusted shells frozen in time, abandoned for reasons unknown. A creeping sense of unease settled over him, but curiosity burned stronger. Then, a thought hit him—his jeep. He might have a bolt cutter in the back. His heart pounded at the realization. If he could cut through those chains, he might finally uncover the truth.
A Graveyard For Trucks
The Trunk Is Empty
Landon vividly remembered using the bolt cutters just a week ago while helping his father in the yard, so there was a good chance they were still in his trunk. But as he lifted the hatch and peered inside, his stomach sank—it was empty. Frustration gnawed at him, but his determination only grew stronger. He couldn’t just walk away now, not after coming this far. Without a second thought, he climbed back into his jeep. He had to get home, find those bolt cutters, and return. Whatever was hidden inside those trucks, he was going to find out.
The Trunk Is Empty