Tales from the Janitor - Dead Air
Rocky for Driver
Driver
open
Unpaid
Early 30s, Controlled on the surface, but constantly on the edge of something slipping. Uses logic to outrun fear, even when nothing about the road feels logical anymore.
Voice description:
- female adult
- male adult
The sides they read from:
Whoa! Cabin. Fireplace. Beer. Indoor plumbing. That's the dream.
Shut up! I’m tired… That’s all this is… I’m tired. You’re just signal junk. You’re not real. You’re just noise.
(speaking low, almost to himself) Get to the cabin. Just... get to the damn cabin… Just a little further. Ten more minutes. Maybe eight. Just... don’t look in the mirror.