Escape

Gina retched at the smell of the garbage. She looked at herself, there were coffee grounds, rotting pieces of food, used tissue, and even a used condom stuck to her body. She shrieked and flicked the condom off of her. Something wet and slimy was dripping from her hair.

She called out for help, but the truck's engine revved up, and started to pull away. "STOP!" she screamed. Gina was lying in a pile of nasty, wet, trash that smelled like ****. She tried to get at least up on her knees, but the truck stopped, and she pitched foreword face-first into the trash.

Gina was pretty much coated from head to toe in gross, rotten food, wet pieces of paper, and things she could not identify. She managed to get her feet on the bottom of the truck's bed and moved to the doors at the back. The truck drove on then stopped. She managed to get a door open. She climbed out, and the truck drove off, and she fell on her ass on the asphalt road.

She was several blocks from her apartment, nude, coated in foul smelling trash, and still trying not to vomit. The only thing going for her was as far as she could tell, no one else was around to see this.