I looked at the man, he looked like the stereotype of a biker. He was wearing a cutoff sleeves jacket on top of a Metallica print t-shirt, revealing the tattoos all over his arms. He had a classic helmet on his head and aviator sunglasses hiding his eyes. All I could see of his face was the salt and pepper beard going down to his chest right above his round belly. What was the saying? Don't judge the book by its cover they said. The cover looked scary, but I couldn't feel an ounce of aggressivity in his bones. Besides, I am the predator here, and he was human, I should be able to defend myself if I had to.
I blinked a couple of times before speaking.
"I'm heading south, across the borders." I replied, keeping my answer vague to be on the safer side.
"I'm heading to Morgantown WV for
