Ronald Adams is leaving Brooklyn to go to California. His mother is very sad that he is leaving and wants to make sure that he is safe. His mother tells him to not fall asleep, drive fast, or pick any one on the road. Soon enough Adams will be on the road.
The beginning of the trip was going really well until I crossed the Brooklyn Bridge. There was a man leaning against the cables. He seemed to be waiting for a lift. All of the sudden he stepped off the walk and if I had not swerved I would have hit him.
I was now on the new Pennsylvania Turnpike between Harrisburg and Pittsburg. This new road is very long with an exceptionally high-speed limit. I was slowing down and that's when I saw the man again standing under a street light. This time he said something!
I now was getting freaked out so I knew I could not ride in the car alone anymore. I saw this lady on the side of the road so I asked her if she wanted a ride. I told her that I would take her to Amarillo Texas and she was fine with that. I then saw the man next to barbed wire so I tried to run into him. The girl thought I was crazy so she tried to get out of the car, but I tried to stop her which was not a good idea because she screamed and ran off.
Next, I reached Gallup New Mexico and I stopped at an auto camp hoping that talking to someone familiar would calm me down. I called my mother but who answered the phone was not who I expected to. A lady named Mrs. Whitney answered the phone and told me that my mother was in the hospital trying to recover from a nervous breakdown from her son Ronald Adams dying in a crash on the Brooklyn Bridge. I was very confused but then it all kicked in.
When swerving off of the road in Brooklyn to try and avoid the man I had crashed causing my death. Now I am stranded in Gallup, New Mexico trying to get a hold of myself before I go crazy. The man I saw all along my trip was the representation of death. Now, who am I?