The next morning I woke up to numb feet. Trevor wasn't anywhere in sight, and my stomach hurt. I could barely stand up. After sleeping on the side of a road, I felt I'd never stand up properly again. I walked around a bit, looking for Trevor, then eventually, deciding it would be best if I stayed were I was and waited for him to come.
I wasn't sure, but I think it was about ten in the morning, judging by the sun. A truck drove by, which should have immediately hinted something was wrong; but for me, the sight of cars driving by still seemed normal. About a hundred meters to my left, the car pulled over. I looked, finally realizing something was wrong. I didn't want to run-not yet.
I waited. After an eternity, the door opened. I grabbed, ready to run. I should have run. But I sat there frozen, even after they had a at my head.
