Lost Temple of the Muscle Gods, #3 (Patreon)

“Damned if I know. Satellite navigation's out too. It was supposed to be a short cut but it sure looks like the ass end of nowhere. Doubt anyone’ll come by this side of Christmas. Better start walking.”

“Are you kidding me?” said Joshua. “Walking where?”

Suddenly the car door flew open as Lucas grabbed Joshua, roughly pulled him out and brutally twisted his arms behind him.

“Hey, man, what are you doing?” cried Joshua.

“Just in case you get any ideas about running,” said Lucas as he forced handcuffs on Joshua’s wrists.

“Running where?” asked Joshua. “There’s no place to run, no place to go.”

“There’s out there,” said Lucas, pointing toward the horizon. “You see that out there? It’s green and green means water. Might also mean people. We meet any people, I want them to see exactly what they’re dealing with right up front, a fugitive felon.”

“I’m not a felon,” said Joshua.