STORY IDEA START (TAKEN)
Sweeping down the dark night sky, the meteor past over Randal's pickup truck, looking like a firework before it burst. It played out against the Milky Way galaxy, which stretched from horizon to horizon. Randal lay on the hood of his truck, staring up, and brushing the shaggy blond hair from his eyes to get a better look. It was a thrilling sight, and well work getting out of bed at one in the morning to see.
He lay there for a full two hours, watching the meteors falling, out of the corners of his eyes, without seeing another as good. In his mind he imagined that the meteor had been some kind of good omen. Lord knew he needed one about now. His lanky frame was clad in blue jeans and a flannel shirt, and ended in a pair of worn cowboy boots.
After awhile, he pulled his truck back onto the old country road, and out of the stubble of a harvested corn field. Soon he was headed home, and back to his bed. The old truck kicked up dust and gravel along the road as he traveled, running full out in his assurance that no one else would be up a this time of night. The Ford truck still responded like a champion, despite being ten years old.
Up in the distance, only a few miles from the main street of the tiny town of Halon's Crossing, he saw hazard lights blinking. He slowed down to see what was the problem. It would not do to ignore someone in peril this late at night.
(I am looking for this to a some sort of adventure story, possible with aliens, or ghosts, or zombies. I am open to discussion on that point.)