The truck. A simple truck. It didn’t know what it was in for on the day of the crash. The truck was black and grey, along with everything around it. He had a crisp silver lining at his front, with his rear that seemed to be constructed with already rusted parts. He’s been on a plethora of different jobs, including transportation during the second Great War. Now, after all his adventures and excessive use, he retires as an old truck in Belgium that now is used for transporting building materials. All has been well ever since the war, where he was lit up by a series of rounds from a German G43 Rifle. For his brave service, his driver at the time was rewarded with the truck after the conflict.

He then found himself puttering around in Belgium, then one day, his owner was pulled of the truck on their routine trip through the market. Another man flung into the driver’s seat and pushed down the ignition. They traveled to the top of the market ramp, through the cobblestone buildings, and with all the speed he was forced to muster, the truck was slammed into the wall. After the damages, all he could see was him within a wall, over a marketplace with others looking up at him.