Arriving at your destination

"Missy! Missy!" You feel someone shake you awake. "We arrived, get out of the bus." It's the driver. You nod your head obediently, taking his offer to help with the bag. You have something to carry with you all the time already.

You thank him for the help and step out of the vehicle. Gazing around the bus station, you confirm that this is indeed the best place to be safe from them. Bunch of small buildings. Many housing typical shops you would find in your grandma's hometown. The only sign of advanced civilization is a McDonald's on the side of the road.

You let out a sigh, your body already tired again from carrying your bag.