Life is a time where everything can possible. You never know where are you. It might take you to the end of the world or another planet.
That's what life is about.
He was transported by a truck. The truck was moving fast so the sudden bump made it jump from the road. Thus making the coffin cracked. Loki stuck his nose out of that hole to get oxygen. The way the coffin was put together made it harder for Loki to breathe. Though he was lucky enough to breathe by that broken hole.
"ugh, I can only see trees passing by. Not a single entity can seem. Once in a while a bus or truck passes by. The truck I'm on is running around 0 miles per hour. That's pretty much slower than usual. In high ways, he should go up to 80 miles per hour. Perhaps, the driver is an old man. He has a heart problem or so."
Thinking that Loki chuckled without making noise.
As the coffin was not made with high-quality wood. Fragments were falling like dust from that hole. Seeing that made Loki's curiosity level go high. Up until now, he was in a humorous mood. But within a second his attitude comes to be serious.
"Oh, I see."
Then without wasting a minute, he shoved his hands to bigger the hole as it was small enough to fit a hand.
The wood was not so strong. Maybe a kick would break it. Though Loki hadn't sufficient space to do that. So, he had to choose a longer solution.
He deliberately pulling out the wooden fragments near that gap. To make it more swiftly, he tried to blow it with his month at the same time. Thus making it a little bit quicker.
As he was doing that, the truck came near a gas station. The truck must be out of gas. Whatever the case was, it made Loki shiver his body. He wasn't expected to that happen.
Loki heard the noise of the truck door opening. Someone got out of the truck.
Loki deducted, "He got out from my left. To right it, he got out from the right side. So, he's the driver."
Loki was right on point. He was a driver. Moreover, he is a very old man in his 60s. Not only that his hands were tumbling violently.
He was going in the direction of the counter where people usually pay for the gas bill.
"Shit, I can't see anymore. He's out of my sight." Loki was frustrated. not able to see that old man.
After a while, he was on his way back to the truck. But a guy from nowhere approached him. Like Loki, he was also quite shocked to see a stranger. Perhaps, he's not quite good at communication.
"Sir, is everything alright? You have that right?"
The man with a muscular body suddenly spoke out. By look, he is a typical thug or gang member.
"....."
Loki thought, "That's a catch line of smugglers. That old dude is a smuggler? I never thought about it. What a plot twist! By the way, is he selling me to that guy? It's my mistake for believing that the old man is a good guy. The world is cruel. A near 60 years old is smuggling." Loki seemed dissatisfied.
Loki gasp that the man was too confused to answer. Though he did answer his question.
"What? what is that you want?"
"Hey, old man, You got to be kidding me? The first time I see I was sure that you are that guy who sells that stuff. No more Joking. Give me my stuff." the stranger was kinda aggressive.