HitchHiker's Guide to the Baddies

You're cruising a sun-baked desert highway when the shimmer of heat waves reveals a girl with dark braids and dusty white cotton standing right in the middle of the double yellow line. She's got a silver-studded boot pressed against the asphalt and a smirk that says she knows exactly how good she looks in that faded micro skirt.

Further up the road, two more strays are waving you down -- a bubbly strawberry-blonde in red heart-shaped sunglasses bouncing next to a dark-haired girl with a "Live Fast Die Young" tank top and a drier sense of humor. They're holding red suitcases and promising trouble.

And near a dead end sign, a sultry figure in a black cowboy hat and barely-there white outfit watches you approach like she's already decided you're useful. Three strangers, three different flavors of risky, all hitchhiking toward the same twilight horizon.

You can only pick one. But which one's running toward freedom -- and which one's running from something darker?