[center][h1][color=a36209]Eric Masters[/color][/h1][/center]

The scene in the back of the truck was getting even more hectic. Now another man had jumped up and grabbed a shotgun, pointing it at the two truckers. Eric was still honking the horn on his car, trying to get someone's attention, but they all seemed oblivious to him. Then, out of nowhere, one of the truckers was blasted back by something. But what? The only thing Eric has saw was yet another man stand up next to the one with the shotgun. Put his hand out towards the trucker, and then the trucker was sent back. Eric didn't know for sure, but it seemed to be a truck full of powered humans. Just like himself, and if that's the case then he definitely couldn't just let this go on. 

[color=a36209]"HEY! COME ON! STOP!"[/color] Eric yelled out of his car window as he pulled up next to the driver's door again. His hand on the horn, hoping the girl would notice. Miraculously though another man climbed into the driver's compartment and the girl pulled over and stopped. Eric quickly followed up, pulling in front of the truck and getting out of his car. He ran up to the driver's door. 

[color=a36209]"Hey! Is everyone alright!? Need any help?"[/color] Eric asked as he came up to the truck. Looking up at the girl and the man in the driver's compartment. [color=a36209]"I saw you swerving all over the place back there. Well that and the ridiculous mob fight going on in your back area. I'm Eric by the way," [/color] he added. His mind racing on  what he could do. Whether this girl was a victim or part of what he saw in the back. If so what he would have to do if they reacted violently to him. He hoped it wouldn't come to that, and that they would let him help them.