Veda

Every muscle that rests against the vehicle's floor aches when I wake up. And I'm starving. The truck slows down, turns, and comes to a stop. The rumbling from the engine immediately shuts off. I scramble to grab my pack when the door rolls upward.

The unexpected voice startles me. "I know you're in there. Come on out and I'll feed you. There's an inspection station a few miles from here and you need to ride up front."

My eyes adjust to the light coming ...