text: Reaching into the glove box of your truck, you grab your 6 D cell MAG flashlight.
  
  "This could double as a weapon." you think to yourself as you start down the gravel road toward the light.
  
  Time goes by and you can make out a neon sign flickering on and off in the distance. It starts to get colder by the minute and your jacket doesn't quite keep you as warm as you want to be.
  
  " This is truning out to be more than I bargained for." you say in a whisper.
  
  Suddenly a CRACK echoes in the distance and something whizzes by your face. You drop to the ground behind one of the rock formations. CRACK....CRACK....something imbeds itself deep into the formation you are hiding behind.
  
  Is someone shooting at me?
  
  CRACK...
  
  The noise seems to be coming from a far distance but definitiely directed at you.
  
  What do you do...
  > You shine the flashlight at the direction of the noise
  You hide behind one of the earthy mounds and shine the flashlight in the direction the bullets seem to be coming from.
  
  There seems to be some nearby hills and ....something just moved. You dust off dirt from the mound that poured onto your shirt and lap and settle back behind the mound. You attempt to flash the light in the same direction but....the mound begins to move...again.
  
  Backing away...you hear a distant cry.
  
  "Get outta there!!!!"
  
  You look over in the direction of the distant light and see a man yelling and waving at you.
  
  Bam....Bam...
  
  Bullets whiz by you as you make your way toward the man. As you do, the earth seems to rumble and fall out from underneath you.
  
  You fall back into a small hole. The mound you once hid behind begins rumbling toward your direction.
  
  Bullets ricochet off the mound making it rumble even more. A strange noise eminates from it sounding like a shreik. It echoes in the night sky.
  > You try to make your way toward the man
  You run as fast as you can, bullets whizzing past you. Getting closer, you see the man is standing in front of a small building. A giant neon sign flashes brightly and the old man beckons you inside.
  
  The sign reads "Captian Trips Diner."
  
  As you stumble through the door a bullet bounces of the large sign causing sparks as some of the light bulbs go out.
  
  The room is full of booths and a counter with spinning seats just like an old 50's diner.
  
  " Go catch your breath." the old mans bellows and motions you toward a corner booth.
  
  Soon your heart trate slows to normal and your breathing is not so fast and heavy.
  
  "Time for some chili." states the old man. "It's the best in the west!!"