Elle, despite the past few years of her life, had become accustomed to two things: comfortable beds and a Company, hospital-like setting.

The asphalt was not what she expected, nor what she wanted.

She woke with a start and took a breath to curse before remembering she couldn't speak. She pounded the asphalt instead as if expecting that to change things. She hated this place. Hated it hated it hated it.