Prompt

Night had fallen over the dark expanse, enveloping the deserted road leading from the village to the town. The summer evening breeze mingled with the smell of pine needles and damp earth, and the bushes along the road seemed like black silhouettes, ready to embrace whatever decided to emerge from the dense forest. My friend, Sam, was driving down this road in his old car. The old Helios creaked and groaned, like a hero in ancient times struggling against an unknown darkness. Sam was a tired but