Mark walked down the lone road, completely lost.
He'd gotten lost on his way home from a night out, and eventually, his car broke down in the middle of a road, somewhere. Here he was, in the dead of night, on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, with a dead cell phone, and no help. Great.
His only choice was to walk along the side of the road, to maybe find a public payphone, or a house, something, any kind of help that he could find. As of now, he was the only one around. There were no houses, no cars, no people, absolutely nothing but the long, solitary road ahead of him, and the trees surrounding it. There was an eerie silence filling the stiff, nighttime air, and to say that it was dark would be a major understatement; there weren't even any streetlamps around. It was nearly pitch black, other than the dull light from the few sprinkled stars in the, otherwise, black sky. And here he was, walking by himself down this road.
Of course he was nervous. Who wouldn't be? If M...