At the Junkyard and all alone.

She recognized the area almost immediately.

It was her and Rachels spot in the junkyard. She was laying on the nicest thrown our mattress they brought here.

But she couldn't find any sign of her clothes or how she got their.

"Fuck me." She stood.

She couldn't even find her shoes. Theres was no blanket to use or anything that would work. She had no way to cover anything.

"Shit." She crossed her arms over her chest and between her legs. "Fuck maybe my truck is here with my shit."

She pressed herself against the wall and peeked out. It was early morning by the sunrise. Nobody should be around...

She tiptoed out the door and hoped her truck was were she usually parked it.