Releasing her head, he held both hips and pushed her to the ground. His touch became increasingly rougher, taking pleasure in her pain. When he was ready, he came and left her to catch her breath. He was gone before she could look around. Not knowing what to do, she started heading back to her car.

It was getting cold, and her body started to convulse as the temperature rapidly dropped. Returning to the lookout, she was met with a horrifying sight. A black backpack sat where her car had been, no cars in sight and the sun slowly setting over the horizon.

Opening it up, she checked what she had been left. One litre of water, two energy bars and a jumper. Written in the dirt road leading to the highway was one word.

WALK