We can't stop here. This is bat country!

TruTraTri **Week 1 – Empty Highway** She came out late, so the first real mile was mostly empty road. “No movement?” “Nothing. Just heat and that thing sitting there like it’s thinking about it.” “Thinking about what?” “Whether this trip is worth surviving.” No wild maneuvers, no strange damage control, no heavy supplies burned on the asphalt. Just a small passenger under the sherbet sky, still shaking off the sand while the desert stayed quiet in that suspicious way. “You feel that?” “What?” “That silence. It’s wrong.” “Relax. If the bats were coming, we’d know.” The conditions stayed mostly uneventful — steady temperatures, no wild swings, nothing dramatic happens, but you still keep one eye on the horizon. The highway is open, but for now Bat Country keeps its distance. *"No point mentioning those bats."* — Raoul Duke