Take care not to leave shoe tracks.
Here's what you need to do:
Take some damaged bills and rip them up a few times with your teeth.
Make a huge mess, lay them down, then drag your feet away from the road.
They'll think you were mauled by a wild animal and will take time to prepare. That gives you enough time to find hard mountains and really make a break for it.

Hmm. If you want to hide, perhaps behind one of the telephone/power poles?

Hide, try to find a rock or some kind of cover so that the direction the light's coming from hits the rock instead of shining on you and the cash.

>>1044511
She is pretty skinny.

>>1044444
This. Your feet demand it.

I think we have a solid chance of hiding unnoticed behind a telephone pole. I'm tempted to try a hitchhike but what if this is who's after us? It's probably not worth the risk since the telephone is just a few miles away

Return of The Phantom Stranger Wanderer 2022/09/24(Sat)10:38 No. 1044630 ID: 262964
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You have ridden motorcycles before, of course, but you don't know much about this area. You consider sticking out your thumb, but as your heart beats, a second thought hits you. Quickly you bring yourself across the street to take cover behind a nearby telephone pole. Heavy the bike sounds as it rumbles down the road. Its bright headlamp shines in the distance, your steady breathing becomes more agitated as it comes closer and closer. You make yourself narrow to hide there, bringing your tail in closer, your hand near your chest. As the bike nears a feeling of dread washes over your fatigue-laden mind, definitely something is after you. You even go as far as to hold your breath. You wince closing your eyes as the biker passes by, the light shining over the telephone poles. A moment after they ride on, the feelings fall away. Leaving your body in an odd state. Adrenaline mixed with your fatigue. You let out a long breath. Guess what you perceived as dangerous left with the passing of the light of the lamp.

Great. You can resume walking once you feel your inner schizo has been sated.

>>1044630
It would seem you've picked up a f r i e n d. T h e y ' r e w a i t i n g f o r y o u b y t h e p o w e r l i n e :)

Wait for the motorcyclist to pass you.
Then run screaming towards them as you're chased by a slenderman.

either that, or there's something actually bad here and the light is what reveals that it's there to you.

>>1044630
Do you have anything to make a shiv out of?

(1/2) El Phantasmo and the Chicken-Run Blast-O-Rama Wanderer 2022/10/10(Mon)20:24 No. 1046077 ID: b4571d
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After they pass, something overtakes you. You charge out, squeaking at the top of your lungs for them to stop! Though... It seems to be in vain. A panic sets in and suddenly you bolt down the blacktop! Flying as fast as your legs can take you! Your heart pounds and your head spins, you lose track of how far you've run, and you don't know if you had outrun whatever it was that was pursuing you... If even there ever was something. You stand there, catching your breath. Sweating. You've lost track of how far it is to get to that phone, and now you are unsure if you should even look back.

Bring Her Down (To Crippletown) Wanderer 2022/10/10(Mon)20:28 No. 1046078 ID: b4571d
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Standing there, shivering, you look around for something sharp, but nothing seems to strike you. You reach into your bag and grab your heavy billiard ball. Its heft gives you only a minor comfort in your hand, but just standing in the road wont get you anywhere. You continue to walk... Minutes pass, you've lost count. The fatigue has hit you once again. More than once, your eyes flutter closed but you bring yourself back to the moment urging your feet to pit-pat over the dark street. Your breaths are short, your body is half asleep! Though... At least you are near the telephone you think...

Don't get hit by the oncoming vehicle

Yeah, step off that road.

Flash the vehicle to get it to stop and give you a ride. Oh wait, you have no chest to speak of so that wouldn't work. Just continue walking by the side of the road I suppose. On the off chance that they do stop, you can ask them how far to the phone.

Get off the road. Hold out for that promise of a phone. Sooner or later. Just keep trudging, one step ahead of another.

Unless that car behind you stops and offers you a ride, in which case you jump into it and fall asleep without even checking who you're joining.

get off the road, you're almost to the phone

groggily keep marching until it closes in then Stand on the side of the road, it's a little tough to be hidden here. If they stop you can get in

1/4 Hammer Down Wanderer 2022/12/08(Thu)23:39 No. 1051374 ID: 26634e
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The heavy eight ball feels weighty in your hand. You travel onwards towards the other side of the road, and throw your thumb up to try and hitch a quick ride.

The truck crosses over the line, and just as you yawn your ear flicks and some nervous instinct in the back of your head hits you. 'where are the brakes?'

2/4 'Drivin on 9' Wanderer 2022/12/08(Thu)23:49 No. 1051377 ID: 26634e
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You dive out of the way! The truck crushes desert plants and scatters stones as you roll into the ground! Your grip maintained on your gear! Your instinct saved you... Though you hold that eight ball in your hand

3/4 Wanderer 2022/12/08(Thu)23:51 No. 1051378 ID: 26634e
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You lay there stunned, awaiting a cruel death that had not come to pass. The truck made its way back onto the road and carried on as if little had just transpired. Something is definitely trying to kill you, you conclude.

The roadsign you saw is nearby. Your trip reached a milestone...

Teenage Rock God Wanderer 2022/12/08(Thu)23:54 No. 1051379 ID: 26634e
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Your heart beats dully in your chest when you finally bring yourself before the road phone

time to dial that phone number we got from that crow

>>1051379
What the actual fuck? Yeah, go for the phone, not like we can do much else.

First, have a smoke.

That was messed up

Wtf??
Next thing you know, I suppose one of the telephone poles is going to tip over and try to fall on top of us

use fone

>>1041863
rat butts excite me so

Okay that is definitely not normal. The driver tries to murder you, but doesn't try again with their big scary truck or get out of the car to finish the job?
Methinks they were brainwashed into doing that.

This has gone from a heist to a semi-supernatural thriller. Rack your brains for all the phone numbers. You need to talk to someone you know is normal.

>>1051404
Could be they're just a nutjob who was looking to splatter some hitchhiker for giggles.

Either way, make the call. It's not safe to rest out here.

Yeah, things are getting really strange and dangerous. Just use the phone already.

Before you use the phone, read the song lyrics on the back of the page the rocker gave you.

1/4 I Wanna Be on Your Mind Wanderer 2023/02/04(Sat)18:10 No. 1055225 ID: 26634e
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"Heavy is the Heart
When its you on my mind
Winding is the road
and I've got nothing but time"

Your eyes drag along the worn notepage. Salty drips fall on its surface. Simple lyrics about a time had that was then lost, and the journey to find...

You strike a match held in a shaky hand and brought it up to your cigarette. You can't help but find your hand wiping at your eyes welling up with tears again.

Something tugs at your gut and a feeling tells you that you probably would never meet that rocker again.... You flip over the paper after a long minute of gazing on the words. Unable to find which side of the phone number to dial from, you pick one. Inhaling the calming smoke for a moment as you click the buttons on the old roadphone.

2/4 The Old Zimbabwe Ghost Wanderer 2023/02/04(Sat)18:38 No. 1055228 ID: 26634e
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A female voice sounds out to you after you follow the phone's instructions.

Operator: "A moment, whilst I connect your call"

The phone rings... and rings... and rings... Finally, a click is heard at the other end.

You: "H-hello? Who am I squeaking to?"

Phone: "Well that should be what I am asking!" The voice behind the phone was gruff and low, but he laughed brightly. "Go on! Why'd you call me this late? Where did you get that number?"

You: "I've got little place left to go... I'm trying to get away from here... I met a rocker at the bus stop. Gave me your number and said if I needed to get somewhere good to call you!"

Phone: "A crow, right? With the bass? Haha!"

Phone: "You're lucky then that I'm still out cruisin'. Hang tight there. You'll see me wind across the bend. I'll be at the crossroads"

The tone on the phone drones after a click on the other end...

3/4 The Old Canyon Road Wanderer 2023/02/04(Sat)18:46 No. 1055229 ID: 26634e
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You find yourself there, cigarette in your mouth, your heart drops. You are frightened in the depths of yourself, and you cast a gaze over the environment. Nobody around for miles. Further up the road though, you so see something... A light crawling over the peaks of the canyons over an offroad onto the highway. You watch on as the light soundlessly descends the winding and turning canyon roads...

4/4 The Ride Wanderer 2023/02/04(Sat)19:03 No. 1055234 ID: 26634e
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A mighty ride sounds low. Growling around the bend, its four wheels cruise with ease around the steep turns of this canyon pass, and the engine rumbles with its hidden power. You watch the beam of light approach as it crests the hill and descends into the flat at your level. Stopping only a moment, it rode up to you past the stop sign. You do not do much else but wait as indeed the ride pulls up. A click is heard as the car unlocks.

Driver: "Get in"

>>1055234
With a ride like that, they must be trustworthy. Go on in.

get inside, back seat tho

When you get in the car, get in the back seat. Don't put out the cig if you've still got it. Try not to look so stunned and helpless. We're carrying a big wad of cash after all. Biggest if all, DONT FALL ASLEEP. I want to learn why hes who the crow pointed us to

Wait how did he know where we were

Screw it. If they wanted you dead, they could shoot / crush you right here and now. No witnesses.

Are we getting ugly or are we getting old? Wanderer 2023/02/21(Tue)20:18 No. 1056743 ID: 26634e
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Taking a drag from your dart, you gulp and open the door. Taking a little seat in the back of the long car. You hold your sack of loot close to you while the car peels out. You sweat when he adjusts the rear view mirror.

Stars pass overtop of you, the engine rumbles, and the airconditioning is comfortable... You blink softly.

You are nervous, but your eyes drawn forwards...


Driver: "Take it easy! Haha! What's got you making calls at this hour?" The driver speaks curiously. Teeth like granite, fingers of gold. His presence is heavy. You want to cry.

You: "I-I'm trying to get away from this place. I've got to get far away so I can't be found."

Driver: "Oh yeah? How you gonna get that far? Not expecting me to take you all the way, are you? Haha!" He laughs again, you wince

You: "I can make my own way. I won't ever be found... I just... Need a new ride... A quick one. Much faster than the old-"

The driver looks through his coat pocket, unable to produce a lighter, he holds a fat stogie out behind his shoulder. "Got a light?"

How do you proceed?

Give your last light to the devil? Perhaps that is unwise. Granted, it might also be unwise to lie to the devil...

Risky as it is to make a deal with the devil, perhaps you can ask for something in exchange for your last match. Like, for instance, he could take you somewhere you can buy more.

>>1056743
Not all the way, just somewhere safe to weather the night.

Give him a light, and ask how he knows the rocker.

Give him a light, light your own cigarette as well, no reason not to since its your last match anyway.

No need for deals. Just offer the light and light one for yourself. We just need the ride, that's all...

Well, okay. Ask if he plays an instrument, considering he's friends with the rocker.

Something tells me he plays a mean fiddle.

"...Please keep your eyes on the road."
Pay the driver, but not directly. Hide a significant sum in the backseat.

...Wait a minute. You can see your reflection in the rearview mirror... and not him. Maybe it's for the best. Or maybe this is an accident waiting to happen. Ask if he knows what he's doing.

He gave you a ride, no need to be rude and not give him a light. Ask him who he is and how does he know the rocker.