Get out of there!

You decide that it would probably be an idea to get the hell out of here; after all what you can see so far leads you to the conclusion that this is some weird lab and who knows when the freaks that put you in this body will be back – or what they would do.

You climb the slight incline toward what looks to be the door and will it open. Sure enough it hisses and rises, giving you a view of… wait is this Wallaby Road? Memories of the crash flash through your mind and you suddenly realize… you seem to be standing in the back of a truck.

“Fuck!” you swear, jumping out of what is now apparent to be the container on the back of a semi, looking around. Sure enough, you see the smashed up remains of Phil’s car sitting at an angle across the road. The truck doesn’t seem to have fared much better; the driver must have tried to swerve and wound up down a ditch, the front of the large vehicle smashed into the trees. A quick look shows you that they likely won’t be getting out of there anytime soon, though you suppose they might have somehow survived. Nevertheless, you’re not too interested in running into the person who built you at this point, and stand hesitantly, wondering what to do.