Gè Míng

The duo head south the next night moving on bikes at a considerable pace. Darick felt more alive then ever with a new strange surging through his body right to the bones.

They had decided to travel through some of the next day as well once they cleared the mountains with Tral in a full biking outfit as well as switching over to a truck that was equally tinted to help his eyes.

It also helped that Tral had started making what he liked to call Extreme-Thirst-Mutalator! energy drinks that was keeping Darick vibrating in his seat. Tral claimed that it had what the body craves but Darick had some serious doubts especially since he was having a hard time closing his eyes or otherwise controlling the constant jittering of his body.

It as about mid-day as they were driving down a back road when Darick saw up ahead a beat up van covered in spray paint in the middle of the road as well as old car that the van was blocking.