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Catherine looked up at the sky. Drying beads of sweat were dripping down her face and she felt a small cool breeze. The sky was taking on a deep purple and red tone to it, and the sun was just visible over the horizon. Catherine looked back at Sara, whose eyes were now closed. She felt a little bad having to wake her up, since she knew the brunette was exhausted, but she had to.
"Sara?" Catherine asked, nudging her again.
"Hmm?" Sara grumbled.
"We need to find a place to...um...stay...for the night."
"There's nowhere in sight, Cath..." Sara groaned.
"I know..."
"Then what are we going to do?" Sara asked.
"I don't...know."
Sara groaned again as Catherine sighed. She turned around, hoping to see a car in the distance, though she knew her hopes were-...wait...what was that in the distance?
"Sara, hang on...I think I see a car.."
"What?"
"A car!"
"There's no car...there hasn't been one for hours..."
"But there's one here now!" Catherine said with a smile. She ran in the middle of the road and waited for the car to come into the distance.
"That's nice, Catherine. Just jump in the middle of the road and hope that they see you," Sara mumbled.
"Shut up for a minute," Catherine hissed, annoyed. She stood there, holding Sara up on her back as the car came closer. The headlights blinded her, but she began jumping up and down waving her arms around trying to get their attention, hoping that the driver would see them and not flatten them both like pancakes.
Luckily, the car slowed to a stop. The driver's side door opened and someone walked out. Expecting a male truck driver, Catherine was more than a little surprised to see a female driver walk out, chewing tobacco in her mouth. She wore a torn denim vest and black boots with leather pants to match. She was a muscular woman, and Catherine noted the tattoo on her right bicep. She had biceps!
"You two lost?" the woman asked,. turning her head and spitting some tobacco out to the right of her on the road.
"Um...yeah," Catherine said. "Our car got stolen. We're just trying to get back to town."
The woman nodded, looking at Catherine and then looking at the limp brunette lying on her back. Sara had not opened her eyes to take a glance at the woman, she was just happy they were getting help.
"Alright, well, I can give you two a ride. Jump in," the woman said, spitting some more tobacco out as she walked back to the truck, opening the door and jumping inside the 18-wheeler.
Catherine just nodded as she walked around the side of the car. She opened up the passenger's side door. "Sara, I need you to get inside," Catherine told her.
"I'll...get in after you..." Sara mumbled.
Catherine, a bit hesitant on putting Sara down first, slowly set her on the ground. Sara grabbed the side of the truck to steady herself as Catherine got inside. Catherine made her way into the truck and looked around- fuzzy dice in the mirror, leather cover on the steering wheel, ashtray and pack of chewing tobacco on the dash. Catherine got in and turned back to Sara. She held her hand out to help her inside. Sara got inside and closed the door, leaning on Catherine's shoulder as her eyes closed once again.
The truck driver looked over at the two as she put the car back into drive and they started off again. Catherine jumped a bit as the truck started moving once again and she looked up at the driver who was quite a few inches taller than her.
"Your friend sick?" the woman asked, pulling a strand of black hair out of her eyes.
"She's just tired..." Catherine said. "The heat got to her..."
"She doesn't look like she has a lot of meat on her bones."
"She doesn't.."
"Well, I can take you two somewhere to get somethin' to eat."
"Thank you, that would be great."
The woman just nodded, blue eyes kept right on the road. Every now and then she leaned out the window to spit some more tobacco out of her mouth, but no other movements were made by the woman. Catherine, sitting between the truck driver and Sara, whose head was still on her shoulder, felt rather uncomfortable being squished in between the two, especially because she had never met the truck driver before and had no idea what she was capable of. And, judging by the size of the woman, Catherine guessed that she was pretty much capable of anything.
After about fourty-five minutes, Catherine noticed a small diner in the distance. "There's a diner," Catherine pointed out. The woman drove straight past it, and Catherine blinked, looking up at the woman who just kept her eyes on the road. "There was.."
"I heard what you said," the woman told her.
Catherine blinked again as she realized that this woman was most certainly not taking them back to town. This woman obviously had her own agenda and own plans on where she was taking them, and Catherine was afraid to ask exactly where they were going for fear of angering the woman.
After about another thirty minutes, the a rather large building came into the distance. Catherine squinted to try and get a better look at it, but two large lights at the top of the building were blinding her. The woman pulled the truck off of the road onto the dirt and pulled up next to the building. She got out of the truck, slamming the door behind her and walking over to the front of the building. Catherine noticed three other women walk over to her, all wearing the same kind of clothes and all with different hairstyles. They were also just as muscular.
"Ohmygodit'sawholegroupofbadasses," Catherine said quickly under her breath.
Sara, who had fallen asleep on her shoulder, wasn't saying a thing, totally oblivious to anything that was going on. Catherine quickly shook her. "Sara...Sara, come on...we need to get out of here..." Sara groaned a little bit, but she did not wake. Catherine started panicking as she saw the women walking around to the passenger's side of the truck.
"Sara! Come on!" Catherine said. She still did not stir. The passenger's side door was thrown open as one of the women lifted Sara out of the car. Sara looked so small compared to the woman who held her in her arms- she was a tall woman with spikey black hair and a leather vest with matching boots and pants. Another woman poked Catherine.
"You comin'?" she asked, cigarette between her lips.
"Um...yeah," Catherine said, afraid to go against their wishes. She got out of the truck and the woman closed the door. The woman carrying Sara walked into the building and Catherine followed them inside. The woman disappeared behind a corner and came back empty-handed. Catherine was going to go check on Sara, but she was stopped by another one of the women.
"Come on and get somethin' to eat, then," the truck driver from before said, pointing to a pot filled with what Catherine assumed to be food. Catherine, shaking a bit, walked over to the pot and lifted the lid up. She grimaced as she looked at the murky liquid it was filled with, and wondered just what the hell she had gotten both her and Sara into.
