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 these bats. I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.."* — Raoul Duke

TruTraTri Week 2 – High Beams on the Edge of the Desert After the late germination, she was still running behind schedule — a small passenger in the back seat, blinking into the sherbet glare, trying to decide whether the highway was real or just another bad reflection in the windshield. “Do we push her?” “She needs light.” “She already has light.” “Not this kind.” So the beams were turned on a little harder, not as a rescue mission, but as a very questionable desert ritual: artificial sunrise poured over the road, the kind of glow that makes the dashboard look guilty and the bats start flying in cleaner circles. The plant stayed in place, gathering herself at her own strange pace, while Bat Country leaned over the windshield and whispered that catching up is just another form of speeding. Still moving. Just slowly enough to make the driver suspicious. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ "As your attorney, I advise you to drive at top speed. It'll be a goddamn miracle if we can get there before you turn into a wild animal.." — Dr. Gonzo