After a second he continues on.

There's a fair amount of racket with all of the bodies being shifted around that he doesn't notice it. He picks my body up and tosses me like I'm side of meat. I grit my teeth expecting to crack my skull, but land a soft thud.

I feel around underneath me. A hand! Holy shit I'm in a pile of people.

I hear the doors slam and feel the van lurch forward. I start to feel grateful for not being under the pile of bodies and realize that my standards have gotten very low very quickly. There's someone in the back with me, someone awake. It might be the guy who threw me, I can't really tell. He's tapping his foot. It doesn't sound like he's close but what do I know about this?

I run through a million scenarios, where I tear open the zipper and crack the guy in the face, or dive through the back doors and roll off the side of the road, don't stop running till I'm home.

In the end though I freeze. I can't even bring myself to peek through the gap where the bag hung slightly open.