The smell of something similar to rust and sulfur reached me through whatever haze I was in. I let out a small groan as I was jostled. As I gradually woke up, my senses slowly came back to me. I was half aware of the fact that I was laying on my side, with my hands in front of me, and something in my mouth. I used my tongue to push what felt like cloth out of my mouth. I cracked open my eyes, and immediately locked around at my surroundings. I was in the backseat of a large truck. Two people were sitting in the front.
One of them had a yellow hoody on with the hood up, and the other was wearing a tan jacket with what I guessed was a mask on his face. From what I could see, it was white. I noticed the one in the tan jacket, whom was sitting in the passenger seat, shift and I quickly shut my eyes to make it seen like I was sleeping once more. "Is she still asleep?" A quiet male voice rang out. It sounded like it was coming from the man in the driver's seat. The sound of someone else shifting, who I guessed was the man in the passenger's seat, reached my ears. "Yeah." This voice was coming from the passenger's side. "There is a blanket under the seat. Please cover her up. She has been shivering since we got her from Jeff." He, the driver, requested. There was more shuffling, and then the feeling of a soft, thick blanket being pulled over me. I subconsciously snuggled into it, pulling it closer to me. A series of chuckles rang through the car.
Cracking my eyes open slightly, I noticed the sunlight from earlier had faded, and a little darkness was now seeping into the cab of the truck. It was still light out, but the sun was setting. Letting out a yawn, I momentarily forgot what happened, and where I was. Sitting up, I noticed we had stopped at a gas station, and the men were gone. I scooted over to the door, and with a tug to the door handle, I confirmed my assumption that it was going to be locked. Cursing quietly, I climbed into the front seat. Quickly hitting the unlock button, I thrust open the door and jumped down. Making my way to the door of the gas station, I looked through the window of the gas station, only to see the familiar, tan jacket. Whoever the man was, didn't appear to have his mask on now. I noticed a man in a yellow hoody carrying some food items towards the cash register, and before he could see me, I took off running in the other direction.
