The lanky man frowned and sighed. "Sigh... This is my first time on this road. I've been here for over half an hour. I was going to head up the mountain, but I ran into a guy coming down who warned me. He said there were about a dozen burly men halfway up who had blocked the road with logs. He was driving an empty truck and had to pay two hundred just to get through."
As he spoke, he pointed to a driver leaning against a car window. "It's just the two of us in my truck. We brought two wooden clubs, so we decided to stop at the foot of the mountain and wait for more people to show up. We can cross the mountain together as a group."
The drivers of the other two trucks were from the same town. They had only arrived at the foot of the mountain about ten minutes ago. Knowing this stretch of road was dangerous, they had two knives and a shotgun in their truck.
