This is a fictional short story with literary aim.
The wind slapped forcefully against his face and the rain pelted his coat like little bullets as Glenn made his way to the old truck. "It is going to be a long night", he thought, as he hurried through the darkness towards the truck. His hand found the door and he traced his way to the keyhole. As he quickly unlocked the truck and scrambled inside,
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handle and tumbled out on the road. Gradually, the lights became more intense and he thought he could hear the sound of an engine through the constant of rain.
"Thank God, someone will find me! There's someone to help me!" He fell to the ground, his legs no longer able to support his weight. As he lapsed into unconsciousness, his relief vanished and a solitary question burned into his brain, "Will they be like me?"