Wingless

The truck pulled to a stop, feeling a bit dazed she stumbles out into the night, finding herself in the middle of the woods looking out at a cliff, the moon hung low in the sky, causing a dim light just bright enough to see the surroundings. She begins to fret, shaking from the fear of entrusting someone when she didn't even know their name, she turns to look back in the drivers seat for the man, but the truck door was left open, the seat was empty, and keys were gone. She starts backing away from the truck, every step leading her closer to the edge of the cliff, her eyes darting back and forth, searching for the slightest sign where the man could be.